If going home is an alcove of Peace
Then shed thy skin and Soul release
A body can fail but not our Love
The memories be like Noah’s Dove
And when we come to understand
Grief withdraws its crippled hand
When Life is burdened in the end
Death is known The Welcome Friend
Forever blessed for what you taught
Shine my Star, forget-you-not.
Ciera S. Louise c. Sept. 12, 2005