|I still think of River often and my heart aches
every time I watch one of his films.
Yesterday was his birthday
and I silently remembered him -
as I do every year.
I had written a poem about him
the day I found out he passed away.
I sat in my room and cried for him,
his family, his friends,
and all the people who adored him.
Put put all my feelings down on paper.
I love him and miss him still
after nearly thirteen years.
He was taken too soon.
|Melissa Zaro - Chicago, IL,
August 25, 2006