In memory of Atatiana Jefferson, a life unfairly ceased,
A spirit of warmth and kindness, now at peace.
A daughter, a sister, under the moon's gentle gleam,
Her memory lingers, like a recurring dream.
Atatiana, taken in the quiet of her own space,
An unjust departure that our hearts embrace.
In the stillness of night, where echoes persist,
Her presence endures, though she is missed.
Gone too soon, a vibrant light now dimmed,
Injustice shadows a life that brightly brimmed.
For Atatiana Jefferson, a solemn elegy,
A remembrance that echoes eternally.
May her legacy spark a call for reform,
In the face of adversity, a resilient storm.
An elegy for a soul that forever will be,
In the hearts of those who remember Atatiana Jefferson, free.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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