|These are my two cenotaphs (a plaque on a solid wall, no body, to memorialize someone), the only side-by-side cenotaphs owned by the same person in the Great Mausoleum. They are located in the Columbarium of Sanctuaries. To the right of these plaques is the Last Supper stained glass window. The cenotaph on the left has my poem, "The Birth of Morning" (dedicated on January 1, 2000) to my family and friends. The cenotaph on the right with flowers and flag has my poem "A Lady Most Deserving" written for my Mother.|
A Lady Most Deserving
Give her the captured radiance of a flawless emerald;
A snowflake on a rosy cheek;
The surge of grass in springtime;
The sound of butterfly wings;
The grace and wisdom of wizened years.
Give good memories on a chilly night, moon glow on satin;
A heart aching from gladness;
The cleansing of a tear;
The benevolence of silent contemplation;
A touch of stillness, the feel of warmth.
Give her the wind to comb her hair, a wish on a falling star;
A smile when it's not needed and an embrace when it is;
The serenity of perfect love;
The reassurance of peace.
All of these would I give her, for she is
A lady most deserving.