Her photograph was electrifying it was clarifying those years those times leap into your mind
As you look at her you are enthralled an era stirs comes into soft and sweet focus from the center to the
Extreme edges she is the standard bearer of her generation who would suppose such power lies
And emanates truth and glory it has to be the collective reality of the forces that were working
Creating her society she truly is the photograph that emerges from the chemical that causes it
To develop swing bands played into her hearing heart radio was the rage so much was in play
And a lot was in its infancy it registered on her youthful face it was the greatest mapping of a
Time that was in flux and not yet settled or matured truly she was a spring that drew out the
Purist water it was cleansing it ran deep with ever expressing hope it was contagious she was
An influence that left you spellbound a commentary was being spun it is best told like people
Were dancing in the street a decree was understood but not openly spoken it would spiral
Upwards and across mans experience and then coast into the wonderful fifties two decades
Marched into annals of the most attributed satisfying glory rest peace expectation was furious
And optimistic free innocent cooperation that made life as if you were sailing calm beautiful
Waters her life told the story every day it was a blend of sweet desire that swayed to a rhythm
All her own and was owned by that period meadows and glades were her habitation shadow
And shafts of sun light rays interplayed with one another front porches held shadowed tones
The swing glided the heart grew mellow I can hear her speaking softly reverence and awe
Spilled Forth to those listening not the degrading real housewives of here or there with hard
And ugly Words and actions that define our time no wonder we are so miserable they are
Supposed to Mark our standards modesty and pure conservation use to provide our cultural
Benchmark Personnel conduct does matter it is vital there is a gutter but somewhere the lines
Were Destroyed and filth parades as cute what prisoners we make of our selves when we scoff
At Morality and the purity it provides when there is no limitations to vulgarity we all lose the
Very Meaning this piece has spoken of the one who this speaks of now is a widower her son is
Her Friend and great help we together are honoring her and others of her time that was bold
Gallant and lived exemplary lives that’s what they gave to us what are we giving to our offspring
Nothing in comparison when we live as we have been living society was once the controlling
Factor it by its purity spoke to those that were unruly and gently and lovingly guided them back
To the right path what will future people feel when they see our picture?