Ruth Lepson - United States
Goodbye, tiny one.
Goodbye.
Everyone else seems to be able to let you go lightly.
And we loved you because you were so light.
But it‘s taking me longer,
And the time is precious, I know it.
And I hope that you’re up on a plane there,
The flat kind,
And you’re singing very softly,
And you’re looking down with some sadness over the world.
And sending us all to the right places.
But of course none of that is true.
And everything is ending, even the world.
And so I’m blue.
Ruth Lepson