The Queen of Purple

The last kiss I pressed to her forehead,

surrounded by people in a sterile place,

lines of pain mark her face,

eyes clamped closed in restless sleep,

time her sweetness couldn't keep,

love colored pain filled me whole,

sorrow dug it's hateful hole,

Her wisdom, spirit, her grace did fill

my sun colored memories of her -

they will

continue on through me to mine,

I'll carry her through until such time

when I must go, must hold the hope,

that through my family's memory rope

her royal purple happy thread

will carry forward when I'm dead.