Is your name now just barely legible
So carefully etched on flaking grey stone
A name that became so adorable
In an old field now largely overgrown

Across the generations, across time
Standing near your grave and your resting soul
Mournful eye spies wildflowers sublime
A beautiful spring sky above a knoll

Every year since first I found your name
While out hunting turkeys in this old field
In remembrance to only you became
A name exists like no other revealed

The name of a woman called Calista
A name that still holds so much charisma