An Elegy To The Memory Of A Special Lady Poem by alex sarich

Her heart was soft and her voice so meek
a gentle soul would often speak
so all her charm would carry through
to spread it equal to all anew.

Cheeks were pallid with passive eyes
the spirit within beckoned to rise
was loved and accepted by all
until a signal was heaven's call.

Unfurled life burning beyond age
with another chapter and turned page
a daisy was planted to grow
appraising her with the heavenly flow.

A guardian now looks over
her grave, by a four-leaf clover
the final pang shall be no more
peace at last so closes the door.