CRYSTAL AMETHYST ROSE We'd have called her Amy if she'd lived: Amethyst Rose. She might have been like her sister, tall, with wavy hair, Perhaps she would have had her mother's eyes. She slipped away from us before she was born. In the cold hours after midnight her mother bore her. In the old days they would have said the Fair Folk Had stolen our child and left a cold stone in her place. We told them her name was Crystal Amethyst. We had no child to hold, so we held each other. We cried for her, for she would never cry. She left us only memories, and the echo of her name; Left us before we could say goodby. In the fields of the Fair Folk, somewhere outside of time, A girl who was never our child laughs and plays. From a tree with obsidian thorns and leaves of jade, She breaks a blooming crystal amethyst rose. ********************************** * In loving memory of * * Crystal Amethyst Rose Savitzky * * born: August 4, 1990 * * died: sometime in July * ********************************** Copyright 1990 Stephen Savitzky. All rights reserved.