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
