In the quiet of the autumn eve, she slumbers,
Beneath the stars, her spirit softly numbers,
Words once woven in the tapestry of rhyme,
Now rest in peace, beyond the reach of time.
Her verses, echoes of a life well-spent,
Linger in the hearts of those she’s lent,
A fragment of her soul, her gentle grace,
Forever etched upon the human race.
The moonlight bathes her final resting place,
A tender glow upon her tranquil face,
In silence, she embraces the eternal sleep,
Leaving behind the memories we keep.
The poetâs heart, now free from earthly bind,
Leaves a legacy that time will always find,
In every line, her spirit lives anew,
A timeless gift for me, for them, for you.