IRENE

by Mariane Holbrook 

Her features were so beautiful; 
She spoke so softly, too. 
“If I could have a little girl, 
I’d want her to be you.” 

She showed her love in countless ways, 
Encouraged me to play 
The score that Mrs. Abel gave 
For my recital day. 

I tried so hard to please my friend 
And used to think up ways 
To put a smile upon her face 
And win a word of praise. 

My neighbor said goodbye one day, 
So lovely and serene. 
I kissed her on her velvet cheek 
And wept for my Irene. 

I never saw her after that; 
For many years I tried. 
Today the sky seems dark to me; 
I learned Irene has died.