Requiem for Cynthia
A dozen painted ponies
Will gallop over your grave
I want you to lie down here, he said
Even when it rains
The lightning bolts will fool you
But the life will not return
Not green or verdant pasture
Can cool the ardent pain
As the loss succumbs to glory,
And glory turns to fame
Your name it will endure, he said
You will pass this way again
Your body won’t be the same, he said
And there will be no pain
So smear the dusty ashes
On the forehead of your faith
The church bells ringing out
To the believers scattered here
They have come in vain to mourn for you
They cannot see my dear,
That you are no longer here
In honor of Cynthia, brave, feisty, red headed woman who dedicated her life to helping others, served her country, became a Hospice nurse and tragically lost her fight with Leukemia
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