Of Diamonds That Shone

A kiss on parchment frail.
'Till next we meet, somewhere.

Lines carved in wrinkled skin,
Life's tales retold within,
Tales of sorrows and joy,
Of stubbornness and pride.

Of wind-swept dunes and breaking waves,
Of rain and bombshells falling,
Of walks through fields now turned to stone,
And of sugar and butter, and diamonds that shone.

Wrinkled hand in mine,
A seldom smile benign.

As breath fails,
A kiss on parchment frail.
'Till next we meet, somewhere.

In Memoriam
M.L.V. MMXXVI