Euphemia Brown
departed this mortal plane
in her hundredth year
graveyards
Red Roses
lay red roses on my grave
perfection cut from life’s decline
that in their petals they may save
some semblance of what once was mine
blood red roses bright in death
scented with their last bouquet
reminders of my final breath
and metaphor for my decay.
5-7-5 (take three-hundred and-sixty-eight : 1809, a tombstone in Old Calton Burial Ground)
Euphemia Brown
departed this mortal plane
in her hundredth year
the blighters rock 