Thy lonely voice and somber tone Of melancholy words ‘ere spoken To linger here and left alone Amongst dreams thy thoughts have broken Whilst sitting still enduring all The fathoms of thine emptiness Mine own demise in time befall My mourning without recompense Thy earthly form to sever thee From this final mortal coil To dance afar and wander free Left behind this lonely toil Many a year shall pass my time And giveth small reminder The longest mountain I must climb To light thy flame much brighter Thou art asleep to wake not soon By thine own hands’ destruction Yet still in death as bright as moon The mortician’s reproduction Embalmed in flame I set abroad Thine ashes tossed asunder A chosen place the esplanade The birth of nature’s wonder Now rest my love and wander not The shoreline still with water Rest in peace and not forgot Mother, wife, and daughter. Dedicated to Kaitlyn 1993-2016
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