she wandered the world,
this flower pink,
to find in your home her final planting.
she sighed with delight,
this fragrant bloom,
to whisper of hope in your ear.
she sang her last song,
this tender wand,
to memories of what is to come.
she then closed her eyes,
this fading sigh,
content in the embrace of your heart.
12 April 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
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