A poem I started ages ago about Maria and only finished it a couple weeks ago:
A paintbox, with colors half gone,
where is the girl who once painted with this glorious faded rainbow?
Gone, her time is past upon this earth,
snuffed out only ninteen years before her birth.
A lock of hair, a soft warm brown, shot with red and gold,
A piece of lace, a single pearl, white and cold,
And one last daub of sky blue, the color of her eyes.
Maria Nicholaievna--1899-1918