Elegy for Theresa

Colored petals, one by one,

opened up toward the sun,

they threaded needles — silken thread,

to weave a quilt for Theresa’s bed.

A quilt so soft for her to lay,

in blessed comfort every day.

Colors bright to make her smile,

and keep her happy all the while.

Her painful journey at an end

once again, her fingers bend,

to sew all day to her delight,

there was no need for her to fight.

Safe was she in gardens blessed,

every comfort, her behest.

Rainbows shone across her skies,

Eternal roses were her prize.

Theresa lives in every bloom,

on every quilt on every loom,

in every color ever seen,

and every meadow verdant green.