December 1891 Paroles

Paroles de December 1891

Despite the growing storm, two hundred gathered at her home.
Mr. Shepard's words about her were just what they should have been.
And I shall never forget one thing, as the doors were opened to carry her out,
a hurricane of snow blew in and faded yellow flowers flew about.
At night the storm dried up, a quiet moon looked down in peace.
A life relieved from worldly turmoil to the "rest" that remains-deceased.