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IN LOVING MEMORY
The sound of eight voices raised in laughter
Rings through my mind
And I see once more, that classroom
When we were sweet sixteen
There you were in our midst
Always the one to turn to
With all our secrets, tears and joys
Always the advisor and everybody’s friend
I remember wondering, how it would be
For us to meet years later as grownups
Never knowing that all we had
Were a few years more with you
And here I am today
Longing for your company
Wondering how it might have been
If you were still with us
Thinking about the others
Knowing, wherever the seven of us are
Diverse though our lives may be
Our love for you makes us one.
Chandima Samanthi Welgampola © 1994
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