Cory
July 31, 2009 by jalaxystyx
EDSA’s infant liberty nursed with grace
By a proud widow with a humble face
And through travails, nurtured the baby crawls
And steps of freedom with its childish falls
Throughout years and decades of troubled fears,
Her resolve remained admirably fierce
That this child she once ruled shall finely grow,
For all unruly conducts he would show
This weathered child is now a young adult,
With some infantile fits that still won’t halt
The life and times of Cory will still guide;
Democracy lives although she had died
By a proud widow with a humble face
And through travails, nurtured the baby crawls
And steps of freedom with its childish falls
Throughout years and decades of troubled fears,
Her resolve remained admirably fierce
That this child she once ruled shall finely grow,
For all unruly conducts he would show
This weathered child is now a young adult,
With some infantile fits that still won’t halt
The life and times of Cory will still guide;
Democracy lives although she had died
****Our modern freedom’s mother and icon,
****Her children’s triumphs, for them she had won.
****Her children’s triumphs, for them she had won.
–eon oregon spring–
