Death Of A Caring Cousin

It was in the tears or random sniffles at her bedside, a bout of open weeping that is etched upon my mind in purple shrouds.
Those emerald eyes of caring cousin Coral still glistened but only just,
an ebbing twilight luster soon supplanted by an  end-of-life fog.
Her water crystal Tonic sol-fa tones,
healer of so many hearts and wounds are 
now a rasp,
a smoker’s rasp,
some coffin bearers
creaking cadence.
Headstone hugs and marble granite kisses stand in waiting,
a fitting plot reserved  for one who spread  her violet rays to all and sundry.
She leaves behind an orchard of abundance to an needy world that gorges on its fruit-laden basket.
But so it goes.
In life,
in death,
in every way,
caring cousin Coral truly cared.

NB Coral a ladies name and colour.
Purple a symbol of mourning in some cultures.