Marcia Faye (Smith)

The Crimson LilyŠ

I saw a crimson lily
On the shifting sands of time,
Each person has a flower
And I knew this was mine.

There grew a crimson lily
Beside a marble stone,
And when I saw the lily
I knew the grave my own.

I beheld a crimson lily
('Twas plainly meant for me),
And I knew at that moment
My dreams could never be.

Beverly Hearn Cook