Tuesday, March 20, 2012

A Sonnet for The Tito Cuevas


Starry, starry night
You colored our lives
   with your art
Your quiet spirit a burst
... of colors on canvas

Icons set in stone
Life's etchings in your face
Your only love by your side
Til the very end

And when no hope
   was left inside
On that starry, starry night
Your heart's work your gift to us

Paint the sky with memories
   of you
Framed with love so true
Tied with a big red bow
A gift to your Maker

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