She left her scent in the deserts
and deltas of Africa.
The peacefulness of Thailand
embraced her grace and beauty.
Bali was exotic, but she was the flower...
an orchid of endless motion.
Her heart showed me my way
to Portugal and Spain,
where we kissed the rain
and dined on sopa de mariscos.
Or Paris, where her life was tinted
with colors of her heritage...
To London,
where a young adventurous soul ached for change...
Caracas and Cartagena appealed to her wild heart...
Vietnam to her misty soul.
She was my rock star,
one name,
recognized by all who were moved by her.
She was...Florine
And her light can never be extinguished
or forgotten.
I loved her before we ever met.
-John
© JOHN PISCATELLA
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John, that is so-o beautiful. Though Florine was an amazing gift to you and all who met her, you have the gift of putting it all into words. She is curled up in a favorite chair right now reading your thoughts and loving you.
Tim and I hope to see you in CT when the plans are finalized. Please take care of yourself.
Tim and Elaine
john,
as we spoke of yesterday.
azkid922@gmail.com
warm regards,
andrew
Dearest John,
Everything yesterday was a tribute fitting your Queen, our Princess. The "Ode" is wonderful - it filled in and re-reminded us of how exciting and full your life with her was. John, you should be a writer! Honestly. Thank you for everything.
Love, Annie & Willie
P.S. I phoned Wayne today - we chatted and I asked him for some advice on our remodel - he was able to give it and helped immensely. Hope it helped ameliorate some of his loneliness. Annie
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