My beautiful, sweet Phoenix: A poem 

O my sweet, little, I love you so much 

That you graced my life was my fortunate luck 

This pattern of memory, I’ll never chuck 

A love persists; dearer than wads of bucks! 

You were Gemini’s flower of early June 

I know you were taken away all too soon 

I can Trump that I can jump over the moon  

to be with you and sing your tune! 

And you have come to me in my silent grief 

I can say this was profound, though brief 

I cherish all those moments with you which 

have made my life so immensely rich