Vyonie Brummell

Vyonie (left a year ago) From life she rode the chariot down Escaped through death a spirit found The hound did bay till she turned round The dog was hers a welcome sound Released from pain and suffering Cancers bloody awful sting To fly without the angels wing Be here be gone be everything For life is but a harsh cocoon Deaths butterfly enjoys the tune To float unto the stars the moon 4 it fulfils the weavers loom…. .....but then..... 2look in vain 4 answers.... 2 love and sometimes fail.... 2wait until the sunrise.... comes sunset no avail..... 2 hope till u r weary.... but hope cast down again.... my eyes are getting bleary... and the writer just asks when... It touches the heart It reaches the soul to die and to part till resurection makes us whole Don Johnson She said she would be up in the beams of the Roma church of England. Vyonie worked in the country town at the Roma radio station and managed it. She fought 3 years the good fight, the local pub wouldn't take her money for the wake she organized.