Memorial

(To A. S. R.)

A Saint in a stained glass window, To the memory of one Who “lived the life,” In sin and strife, Is the epitome of fun.

A bit of colored crockery, A picture wrought in glass, His memory’s mockery ’Tis best to let it pass.

A Saint in a stained glass window, A blest memorial true, When it reflects the beauty of The memory of you.