Windward Mourning
I have lost every photograph of her, I fear;
Some things you can’t replace;
My memories are the only trace,
of a lady I held so dear;
She wore a plumeria behind her ear,
while dancing hula with flowing hands of grace;
Aloha always shined from her smiling face;
Why Kane’ohe was taken is still unclear,
like her own people, she too was overthrown;
Layer by layer she was ripped of her skin,
then gently in her grave she was laid;
While people stood laughing atop her tombstone,
a high school band sold benefit saimin;
Memories, like photographs, slowly fade.