In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows dance and memories trace,
Lies the essence of a poet’s grace,
Edna’s words, a timeless place.

Her voice, a whisper in the wind,
Gentle as a lullaby, fierce as sin,
In each verse, her soul pinned,
To the fabric of time, woven within.

A melody of sorrow and delight,
In the darkest night, her light so bright,
A beacon for those who lost their sight,
Guiding hearts with her poetic might.

Though death claimed her earthly form,
Her legacy continues to transform,
In every sonnet, a storm,
Her spirit, forever warm.