Lilly's Papa, Marsden, Holds Her Blissful Melody In His Heart For The Golden Years. |
Her Purest Tune A Saraband Sonnet By Kenword Lilly's eyes playfully dance Her joyous voice filled with song Soft melody a misty trance. Just a child determined in years Lyrical charms of hope and belief The heart should not bear grown-up fears Or spend one more dark night in grief. Papa dances to her purest tune And Puts off heaven's urgent call His moves draw life, not death's costume. New memories dress for aging No more risk in time worth facing In the grasp of his Lilly's smile He twirls towards life's final mile. |