Sting

Writing here in an attempt to soothe my soul.

for Anne Kemp Hummel​

i see the text from
last week saying we
won’t make it up until
this week and again
the anguish washes
over me the other voice
calls me like the sunset
holding out last light
going down fast and
i know life is eternal
but nothing cures the
shock of a dearly
loved one gone
quickly in the night
one last poem here
she will not read or need
how i loved that beauty
woman of song and faith and wisdom
my selfish heart laments her loss
my prayer requires adjustment

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