Re-Re just entered that pearly gate,
Left us behind like childhood bait.
Trying to figure out who was that?
Sassy, feisty. She left no lines flat.
Here we are pulling up every song,
Wishing she had stayed a tad more long.
Strange. We feel like we know our icons,
Like we’ve partied with them on their lawns.
Their breaths and their cells, we think we own,
But we learn that they are here on loan.
She’s now been welcomed in heaven’s arms,
Belting out tunes. Turning on the charms!
Lynn M. August 18, 2018
Lynn M's Reflections 
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