By Gabe Cotton(cotkids4@yahoo.com)
Date: 31 July 1999

Rest

                         

                     Rest

There she lay in cerebral sod,
In that mound of thought she lies at rest.
The memories bequeathed me treasured in that sacred estate.
Unblemished moments rest well under an earth of past.
There she lay, a comely woman that served us well, dead to us now.
Slain by the cruel foe of marital bliss, 
marred by madness and malice.

Sadness and anger barred from that place,
leave her beauty for perpetuity in the mind,
that which she became, so twisted and untrue to her image,
best cast as crumbs to the unprincipaled mob of present.
Choosing rather to hold the image unblemished,
in a mound guarded by rolling hills and soft meadows, in the mind.
Flowing brooks and gentle streams guard memory well,
leaving ininjured the love that rest among treasures,
littering her form.
Former days no longer agonize the mind but rest us well.


                                                By

                                             Gabe Cotton