Fly away, my darling Casula: A poem 

Fly away pretty face 

To the arms of eternity race 

Take death out of your vase 

And with fresh flowers replace 

If you had spoken just a word 

in it, the song of love would be heard 

Your chalice, to us, was that of laughter 

A spring relives even after 

That you should regale paradise 

with your ever-so beautiful eyes 

In them, the music of love never dies 

Take what lies over the divide 

A seeming loss is but a cheer 

of a darling pet, O so dear 

For, it is certain and is clear 

a day will come when you will forever be near 

And your flower suffered illness’ thorns 

But it was always happiness you adorned 

That you will be gone, but will always be born 

in meadows of cherished memories, like a glowing dawn  

Little miracles give us faith’s access 

It is what we cherish, not what we possess 

Your unconditional love, for our souls, was sate 

We wish bounteous pastures await you at perpetuity’s gate