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
