Elegy For Barbara Bush, Former First Lady - Poem by ENOCH JOHN
Under an ochre sky a flower blooms in the hot desert air and dies,
For death comes to man and woman alike,
The dichotomy of life and death is a great mystery,
But then, dutiful death is the other face of life, its antithesis.
Upon her tombstone might be written an epitaph: Here lies a matriarch,
who, like a queen wore humility as a crown,
And whose golden sceptre was her gentle touch,
and the cornerstone of her legacy was service for she was wont to put family and country before self.
No doubt the pen of history will ascribe greatness to her.
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