A parchment lady, tall and fair,

who looks with love at Jaquiths view.

Must never feel she lost her place

but only that her family grew.

 

This parchment made of lace and love,

Is all we see in those fair eyes.

But in our hearts we feel the pain

that leaving loveliness must bring.

 

If graceful lady, full of fun,

you wish to share this piece of heaven.

Then we will never block your need

to feel the friend you shared it with.

 

And then one day, as time goes on

And fragile parchment turns to dust.

If you should care to bloom each Spring,

we hope that it will be with us.

 
 
David Garlick, Victoria, Summer,  1986