R.i.p

• Tess Davison, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2004

Beaneth this noble block of stone,
Rhyming Tess lies alone.
She spoke for better or for worse.
From baby to girl to lady in reverse.

The time has come to lie in peace,
The mother of one is nease to come.
I heard a scream
Suddenly my dear mother had come back to me.
A flash back of my past had come so very fast.
A flash of light a piercing scream all went blank or so I have seen.
And here for all the rest of time ,
is written
Tesss final rhyme.