Your style your wit, your gifted prose,
Is Heaven sent, it simply flows.
One hundred years since you passed away,
We love you Ella each and every day.
This enchanted legacy you've left behind,
A golden treasure for one and all humankind.
For old and young, for rich and poor,
For all your poems, our hearts adore.
You write with heart, you write with passion,
You write them in your own unique fashion.
Your poems of love and peace from day's long gone,
Your poems in Heaven's Library so truly belong.
You inspire me to write every new day,
I try to do it in your Wilcox way.
You're now in Heaven with your angel wings,
Here on Earth your poetry forever sings.
Your passing with it's great tragic cost,
Your perfect prose here will never be lost.
I discovered you at twelve years old,
A timeless treasure more valuable than gold.
Always ending on a brilliant moral note,
A unique message to quote and promote.
For you dear Ella give hope and are always true.
We miss and love you Ella, we truly do.
Copyright Shaun Cronick 2019.All Rights Reserved.
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