Rejoice
Every one hundred years or so,
enters a flower graced with golden glow.
A quilted warmth- unbending light,
halo tempering the blackest nights.
Blessed with precious- magic quill,
wisdom prevails in her patina krill.
A muse whom skirted war and garnished peace,
traversed angry ocean to serene stream.
Both drum and harp strings in her voice,
at the pinnacle of your life we rejoice.
Someday you'll waltz with saint and angel,
every flit of your wings an arching rainbow.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2018
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