GERTRUDE

Gertrude

In daylight's glow, a visage rare,
Gertrude's eyes in tranquil prayer.
What features etched by artists' trace,
Disclose the depths of life's disgrace.

A heart forlorn, a spirit wept,
Her minding hold, a secret kept.
Inward gaze, a world laid bare,
A poignant reminder of deep despair.

Oh, Gertrude, dear memory,
Repeating words of life's misery,
Oh, comforting darkness, desolate shore.
Fragile whispers, drowning.

-Augustus