For Carol
Too precious for this world indeed she seemed
Sweet flower pungent with a holy grace
Her perfume wafted upwards where He deemed
It time; He wished for her to see His Face.
Bare now the garden, which she did adorn
Untimely plucked from branch and leaf away
Now emptiness of fragrance and of form
Leave only memory: dear yesterday.
Another garden now, in which she blooms
Where flowers grow unhidden by the night
And tilled beds wait, prepared in many rooms
For other flowers’ long awaited flight.
Patiently we grieve; we do but sorrow
For a while – till Sonrise on the morrow.
March 26 1951 - March 23 2005














Comments
but besides that mmm moving.... a bit sad but i assume thats the point lol
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