Here lies Wendy Gomez the artist
If you look closely you can see her in the mist
She was a phenomenal writer
And here lay her bones and blood cider
Original and amusing she seemed to be
She got what she wanted and from this world she has flee
Many hearts she absolutely touched with love
But who knows where she went? the bottom or above
In her presence we rememeber
Sadly she died in November
Hopefully she is happy rotting in her coffin
Nobody is perfect and obviosly she died with sin
Here lays Wendy Gomez an angel to have known
A junky bag of bones that are burried under this stone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem