In Memory of Anita Mui
written by Rosanne McDuffie and edited by James McDuffie
1/3/2004
In winter she came as a cold beauty,
An ice princess from a frigid land.
But now the spring is over,
It’s time for her to wilt.
Her petals are blown away by a jealous wind,
An angry rain washes away her color.
Her branches remain strong,
Against the remaining cold,
Letting everyone know she never gives up.
She no longer exists in reality,
But remains in our memory for all eternity.
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