Grief crushed – Failed my weakened frame. Tears poised in Broken eyes – The mourner’s face became At one with mine on me. Mind’s vista shone: Basked in younger days, An angel lived as Loving wife – Blossomed in bouquets Ordained for us to be. Fortitude of memory: We stood As once a mighty pillar, Eroding emery – Granite underlay our public soul. Time annealed – Staying grief Through my belief: Again your face I’d see.