Death of Lady Anne
Death of Lady Anne
the rose looked heavy laying on the soft white linen
we thought of moving it
but decided she wouldn't mind
she had been kind to flowers and all living things
we slipped a ring and a note under her raiment
to forever remind her of our love and our thankfulness
for her many years here with us
we will not grieve so much
because she will always be here with us
in all still living and all her special things
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