Today, she woke up alive and strong
tonight we mourn her
she was born afresh this morning with endless possibilities
tonight we mourn her
She rode the tides of life this afternoon
the waves of everlasting forbearance
washed over her like the cloak of death
in eternity sprinkled life
she gathered moss to meet her maker
Rain shall not touch her anymore
neither will she feel the rays of the sun
nobody can help her anymore
as the great 'I am'
beaconed her to his eternal bosom
where she can be free with endless possibilities
In memory of Whitney Houston - 1963 - 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem