HEYYY! I was looking through the West Wing fanfics, and I saw that there was NO TRIBUTE TO MRS. LANDINGHAM! SO, without further explanation, A TRIBUTE TO MRS. LANDINGHAM!
(PLEASE NO SEASON 3 SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS. HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET!)
There was no one she loved more than her sons,
The young doctors, the twins as inseparable as the strongest stone.
Andrew and Simon, both dead in the war.
Dead, like her.
There was nothing she loved more than her job,
Her dear friend, her almost-brother her employer
Typing on an oak wood desk, a dead, lifeless tree.
Dead, like her.
All of them remember her, leaving her memorial with damp cheeks and heavy hearts.
They miss her, they feel her presence.
Her memories are eternal and held close.
Her memory shall never perish. They will not die, like her.
Sorry it was short! And kinda bad... Can't really write poetry. Hope you enjoyed! Please review.