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Our Story (Ode to Amy)

This should have been posted yesterday (the 18th) in honor of my dear friend of 20years, Amy Mobley-Fisher.  This was written for her, but she never had the chance to read it herself.  She passed away after a long, hard battle with breast cancer.  Her homegoing was October 12, 2010.  Yesterday was her birthday.  With love to Amy...

Melting into friends
Maturing into sisterhood
Through late nights of laughter
Dreams painted in poems...

Australia in the summer would be nice-
A flight to Rome
Anything but home
Adventures express themselves
In sweet walks,
Long Talks
The wisdom of a reflective spirit.

Life takes off like the rapids
Often crashing us into the rocks
Only peeled off by the friendship
Began in bobby socks

So sweet, so simple
So yesterday,
So long ago...
The depth of our connection
Wavering, growing, changing
Weaving in and out of life
An enlisted loved one,
Caring by choice.
Listening, growing
Creating a voice.


Sweet fellowship
Meek Leadership

Eternal imprints
On this simple soul.

-Melissa Robbins Pyle


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