W hispers of a silent goodbye
My face pressed on the window glass
She gave the world a touch of class
And all alone I sit and cry
She left us for a place on high
The time has come that she should pass
Whispers of a silent goodbye
My face pressed on the window glass
She heard my heart and tears would dry
She made me smile with a little sass
Passed to the place of greener grass
So now she lives where angels fly
Whispers of a silent goodbye







Dee








Beautiful penning and my pleasure to read 



thank you so much for sharing her with me

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