Tuesday Morning in August

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  • Dedicated to Ruth Adams
                                    

Dedicated to the eternal memory of Ruth Adams - the most selfless and kind-hearted woman I have ever known.

 A scattering of nurses delivering

the medicine, the food, the stuff

of life reckless birds journey from the

fences flight to the skies beyond the skies

A shallow breathing across the span

from the dusk to darkness last

moment of silence the

heavens dark before their time

A final secret prayer crosses the morning

mist follows the birds flying from behind and

below she, flying on the wind softly

whispering words across time and plains

A flowing through the moment we, with

tearful pause to reflect

The soft earth covers our loss letting go

of the day, returning us home

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