Little one so frail,
With a spirit so fair,
Joy of some, envied by others
Come to make a mark on earth at times so cold
With sparks of genius that know not age,
For the golden flower blossoms early
As Jacky did.
Tall and slender looked the form,
But tender and endearing was the soul,
That for three years graced the earth,
Bringing tears of joy to adoring ones
And raising waves of animosity
From others so cynical.
In these seas of contradictions,
The lotus attempted to bloom
But the skies were quickly overcast by looming thunderstorms
That threatened the baby sun.
All too soon the angel could no longer contain the harassing whirlwinds
That sought to stifle the rising star,
And heaven wasted no time in calling home its own
Through the drama of early death,
To the city of gold
Real home of Jacky
The golden flower.
Her flesh in arms of mother earth now rests,
Her spirit released,
Now breathes the pure air of paradise
In the courtyards beyond the breadth of the grave,
For even as earthly image of sand shatters below,
The true essence eternal,
In golden robes now attired
Is enthroned with the cherubs above,
Fit destiny for Jacky,
Adieu golden flower.
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