In Life and Passing

Like an
unsound child refusing slumbers
When she fought, she brought forth numbers
A congregation of companions
Who'd march a pathway into canyons
just to see her smiling face


Like a
villager chased down by a twister
she would swiftly begin to bestir
She could turn storms into dribbles
making viewers stop for quibbles
but yare came the tidal wave


Like a
warrior, fighting for their nation
lest her be less than fair's creation
in all our memories so deep
For she did not go gently to sleep
But gentle in life was she

The End

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