In Memorium

March comes again in haunting tones, Time echoes plain of ash and bones. Truth tells of fate in mortal trips, It's not too late to get a grip. Your days like dust are over now, A humble trust lives on somehow. Yours was a time of peril then, You wrought fine chimes to make things grand. A year has lapsed since your demise, With a new map we greet surprise. This planted tree tells tale profound, A people free feel safe and sound. Rest well dear heart from weary toil, Each to an art as success soils. Leon Enriquez 04 March 2016 Singapore