Josephine, in her time, harbors tales untold, Accompanied by actions at which plots unfold, Yet, inevitably forsakened by forgiving light, When all is adieu shall we sleep soundly tonight. Oh Cecilia, shall final parts with final endowments, Nests true hearts with false tongues and sediments, Ghosts to which unharmed shall caged birds fly free -
A poem on some final thoughts before finally departing...