I remember when you were so young
So vibrant, full of fire and free
You hadn’t a care in the world
It all came easy, you had no want
You grew up so fine
The object of all’s desires
Inquired by many, requested by most
And all yearned to be found in your sight
E’en at an old age beauty remained
All heads turned for you
All eyes yearned your glare
Young and old awaited your approval
You’re no more amongst us
And your legacy live on in many hearts
Your daughter’s features resemble you in many ways but
She hasn’t your fire, she’s young,
Her flaming’s low
Yet her long lean stride reminds us of your constant flow
Written in 2000s
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 