For me, a year has quickly passed.
For him, eternity, since last
The one that won his poet’s heart
Did breathe her last, and so depart
Her delicate and failing frame.
A wisp of air snuffed out life’s flame,
And yet, she lives and loves through one,
Whose stirring words could raise the sun.
Her spirit lives, her joy is sung,
Her brand new frame is strong and young.
She gently cradles from above,
The poet’s heart that stirred her love.
My heart is with you today, my friend.