I watched Amy
And I cried,
Such a beautiful bright star
Should never have died,
A tragic, troubled life
In public unfurled,
A talent eclipsed
Now lost to the world,
It made me think
Of my own precious one,
And of all of us
Who have daughters or sons,
For their future happiness
Our hopes we raise,
Encourage their dreams
Give them praise,
Extend loving arms
When they feel all is lost,
To be there for them
Without counting cost,
I watched Amy
And I cried,
A beautiful talent gone
A bright star has died.
Diane Scantlebury
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