This poem is dedicated to the memory of my wife
Joan Elizabeth Mitchell-Nelson
on what would have been her 53rd birthday.
Joan was such a pretty girl
Everyone would always say
Joan was such a pretty girl
In each and every way
Joan had such a pretty smile
On such a pretty face
Joan had such a pretty style
All frilly filled with lace
Joan had such a giving heart
Filled with so much love
Joan always gave from the start
What a gift from God above
Too bad that such a pretty girl
Too soon had to go away
Too pretty for this ugly world
Too pretty for this day
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