She died holding their dream in the palm of her hand.

The white silk scarf that had adorned her lovely face

now soaked in royal blood lies

with the other relics

that, soon will only be seen in glass cases

viewed by spectators who will stand and mourn –

mourn and cry

cry and die

die and live


the Lily in perpetual bloom – their Lily

here and gone too soon!

a vision of that Lily multiplying  – below the clay

will be their dream that blooms another day.

Those who carry peoples dreams in the palm of their hand understand the

Choice:  to dream or die –

(not by death but by life not worth living!

Roseleen Walsh      Friday 28th Dec 07     

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