Elegy

© Elegy From war-torn land, to farm the land. From grace to grace, they till the field. Sarah and Ben; a victory they win; A family...a life...together they build. The warriors reward, thirteen olive plants; Last two planted by him. Willie and Dora, the names given these flora; Before his light goes dim. Buried in honor, the warrior crosses over, To that great reward in the sky. Those left behind, to mourn and pine; Awake, your day cometh bye and bye. Sarah alone; but not all alone, progeny for company. Love and caring, she's tenderly sharing, what was and hope t'will be. Sarah the dove, a lovely dove; time to leave day-strings of seven. Fly away Sarah, fly away Sarah, to reside in your Blue Heaven. You are remembered. All are remembered; No fleeting thoughts of thee. Memories cherished; posterity will cherish; Thank God for Sister B.