Looks of Love cast down

Tips of shovels scrape and scream

As your body burns

The dirt squirms and churns

There are no tombstones, graves, or last words

No not here

Instead of swallowing sadness

We are constructing color

The gray of concrete construes your strength

Grains of green and boards of brown show your support

Brightness of brick bellows your journey,

One stone at a time

Pretty Pink, heartshaped and center, beats your passion

Reds of roses rest behind representing your beauty

Flaunts of flowers fill us with your cheer

This place your ashes have left 

Yet not all the lives you impressed 

They lingered long 

You built them, now they build you

Each helping hand you lent, is now returned 

Hope is clasped in the frozen fingers of faith 

Reaching together to rise your rugged rainbow