Poem
from Gerri
Ah, Morgause, your life
was all to brief
I have cried what must be a million
tears, lamented, tormented over
the loss
of you
I am angry at fate, happy to have
been your mother
But your story shall not end here...
I shall tell of you to all who
will listen, and those who will
not
I shall howl it to the wind
I shall sing it to the birds, bleet
it to the sheep
I shall remind the tree of life
the year fall came all to early
I shall push my fingers into the
soil and remind it of the treasure
it
possesses.
I shall gaze at the stars and will
them to remember
I shall scream it to the heavens
I shall whisper it into the ears
of my babes and they into theirs
All who carry my bloodline shall
know of you, what we have lost
in you
I shall make you Immortal, Morgause,
you shall live on in the memories
of
others long after I am gone
They shall know we were visited
by a heavenly being, an angel,
if you will
How lucky am I to have been in
your gaze, your thoughts, your
arms
For how many will wait a lifetime
to touch that much of heaven
