The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Feb 12, 2004

Estylene was my father's cousin - February 25, 1904 - March 13, 2002
For Estylene
An Acrostic
Evening falls on every journey;
Shadows mute each pilgrim's lay.
Twilight whispers its farewell, as
Yields to night the vanquished day.
Love then calls; the sleeper wakes and
Enters through the golden door.
Now her home is in the land where
Easter dawns forevermore.