You were the first on the scene of Knights <br />third of the whole to melt into the night <br /> <br /> <br />Remembeing you like autumn scene, spilling colors down hills <br />and riverbanks; and the golden leaves lay still about trees, <br />tossing and turning and waking green in spring. <br /> <br />Oh this deciduous life! <br /> <br />rosebuds fall off <br />after blooms <br /> <br />delightful song <br />is not sung <br /> <br />morning bird's <br />voice mum <br /> <br />children chatter <br />has been hushed… <br /> <br />seeing grief rise; attach it to a thread then let go <br />to God's wind. Then watch it float like a kite… <br />higher, higher, higher, then fades out of sight. <br /> <br />Remembering her is our desire… <br />and her boundless caring, we highlight <br /> <br />In our darkest hour your spirit will be an eternal light <br />-proof that you left home and not gone. For your <br />loving spirit will forever remain aglow in our hearts.<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-just-left-but-not-gone/
