We knew a woman named Demetra
We hadn't known her for long. She came to a Place
We belong, and she was a powerful person that strong.
So full of life.
So full of Spirit.
So full of fun.
She struggled with many illnesses including Cancer.
But she was the bravest one we knew.
October 16 was her last day on this earth. And, we're
so sad she's gone. But she gave us strength to carry on.
We're having a party in her honor. We know she will be there.
We want to give her a big send off. So, she'll know we care.
This poem is a dedication to a wonderful and thoughtful person.
Who's not with us today. But we will see you once again in that
Special way.
So, here's fare thee well from Friends
THE COMING OF SPRING
Heralds of euphoria,
Your anxious trumpets make to
Wait no more
For
The Olympians to hear the
Festive news yearn:
Persephone is released
From
Pluto’s palaces, to
The upper world,
Where,
Demetra:
The mother earth, waiting is,
Her daughter to embrace,
In her mandle of green.
Come,
Oh you heralds and sound,
For all in waiting to
Hear!
Apollo is back,
Dionysus is gone,
Spring is here,
Mortals rejoice!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 APRIL 2013
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