Cora's Poem
Though the winds took her away on that morning of June
and the rope held her frame by the witness of the moon
the angels did not leave her Alice, of this I'M sure;
All her life she wanted to go back to Newfoundland
to an ocean of peace and seashell whispers
Toronto was a place of pure insanity Alice,
a place where doctors were seen as racketeers:
Grieve not my friend for in channeled thoughts of mind
she did not omit the possibility, of blowing in the wind
Caught by her courage she went to the gates of death
clean faced, and honest as a dove
to a heaven of reprieve where truth be told
she will never be sick again, nor ever grow old...
Before her soul was released she visited Newfoundland
with salt on her lips and sand between her toes
she took to the afterlife like a battered soldier of old
Your girl was much too beautiful for this stoic world,
and in fact so brave that even onto death
her spirit shone, as her memory lived on.
Love ? Always.
6/26/2019
Ps. dedicated to my dear friend Alice who lost her daughter two weeks ago.
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