Sonnet for a Loved One - In Memory of Kim

We lose our loved ones since life is wayward. For everyone, the breath of death, it stinks. Its kiss, calamitous shame. E'en flowers turn martyrs, beauty burns, and despair sinks. A proud mother barred from her cherished calf. She hates the dark hole, black toll, worthless tomb which stakes a Cross, and none will wish to laugh when elephant sorrows sit in their room. Delivering the soul that once possessed this womb, love's fired quiver, miracle born to seed fresh wonders ~ we had been blessed to follow your springtime steps too-soon shorn. Now, standing as rainbows still scroll skies wide, our hopes on Calv'ry stayed, whate'er the tide.