Tity drifted into
slumber midst amorous bloom,
Encompassed by living flowers and hearts' perfume,
To the companion psalm's dulcet tune,
Recounting the path to yonder horizon's room.
She released her wearied hand with grace,
For the years' journey etched upon her face,
Forgot the smile, once vividly in place,
Now a scar upon her countenance, love's trace.
She surrendered in tranquil, breathtaking grace,
Amidst children and friends, her life's embrace,
Where she witnessed endearing, warm embrace,
The children destiny gifted, an endearing chase.
Quiet and discreet, as was her way,
She bowed to the Shepherd's voice, they say,
Leading the sheep to the waters' bay,
Announcing with trumpet, a nightingale's serenade.
She left the room where kinfolk gathered tight,
Friends, loving gazes, love's soft light,
In the silent role of a mother's flight,
With discretion, she journeyed to the celestial height.
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