A Villanelle for Michael

He was her favorite, by far.
She held him in a special place.
None other ever was on par.

You could say she set the bar
too high to make it a fair race.
He was her favorite, by far.

You might say “Close, but no cigar!”
to those who thought to fill that space.
None other ever was on par.

He wasn’t just a shining star,
wise brown eyes in a happy face.
He was her favorite, by far.

He sang along with his guitar,
he had a special kind of grace.
None other ever was on par.

Happy and sad as memories are,
time cannot this bond erase.
He was her favorite, by far.
None other ever was on par.

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About Marion

Blogger, editor, writer, builder of web stuff. I gave up my literal red pen for a virtual one. In my free time I have to make things with my hands to offset all the hours I stare at a computer screen and clack on the keyboard. That's why I knit.
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