Alas, Poor Ophelia

[TheKingsFish]

Thy life in our orisons
Be remembered, Ophelia dear.
First loved daughter,
Now mourned by Poet's tears.
Graced was my desk that Yuletide
When thou swam free, sans care--
Now that thou hath left us
We weep with such despair.
Sudden was thy end
When health seemed in thy cards.
Doubtful that hearts shall mend
Of Poets or of Bards.
I had thought thy bride-bed to bedeck,
Not thy grave:
Plants to support future progeny,
Not flowers of remembrance.
To the river we shall take thee;
Where thy sister went before
And in the river swimming
With her forever more.


Fare thee well Ophelia. We loved you so much.

[HarleyRigid]

Sorry for your loss