|I wrote this poem in the wake of my sadness and shock|
at the time of River's passing.
I thought I'd share it with everyone:
Moving pictures are alive;
Loud is the silence that's left behind.
Never forgotten and always admired,
The remembrance of a soul will
Long be delicate in the mind
And forever be a gift to the world.
|Erika Reise - Madison, Wisconsin,
September 20, 2003