Quoth Theraven Poet Verse

Ofie's Ray

Is it the hour yet?
before the last sun 
of fall has set
to think on those here
and those 
who've passed on. 

I ask with bowed head
in solumn prayer
though she'd never ask it 
for our temperate Ofie 
whose light has left.  

Wrapped in family's loving own 
surely the sun will see fit
though she'd never ask it 
a bright ray to show her the way
home.

Always proud of hers,
though not prideful 
not one to fuss
no, not at all.. 
put in an honest day's work
for all of us
before..   
she heard the final call.
   
True in heart to all she met
we commend her to rest  
though she'd never ask
ray of sun and prayer blessed   
our dear Ofelia left.

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Andrea Dietrich December 29, 2022 at 7:11 PM Ahhh and for me this can stand also as a tribute to the many lost this year Quoth Theraven January 3, 2023 at 6:18 PM Andrea, I thought so too. After just a few years, seems no strangers to loss in the soup. -Richard

Heidi Sands December 18, 2022 at 5:27 AM Beautifully written as Olfie finds the bright ray to follow. A shining poem, very special Richard :) Quoth Theraven December 18, 2022 at 8:23 PM Hello Heidi, Thanks for the comment. I know I haven't written/commented as much as I should for all the well-deserving poets and their creations. Still, so special to me when I hear from one of them. And inspiration to tell a story. I felt sad pangs again when I read your poem you wrote for Rick. I hope your holiday season is a kind one and you have both stoves ready, Winter is nigh. -Richard

Suzette Richards December 18, 2022 at 12:31 AM A touching tribute to much loved Ofie. What was your relationship to her, Richard Quoth Theraven December 18, 2022 at 8:04 PM Hi Suzette, I wrote this poem for Ofelia, a woman that inspired generations and lived to age 94. No direct relation, though I would've cherished being closer if only for more memories and stories. Thanks for asking, makes the point for creating the poem. Wishes for Peace, Love, & Joy for you in the season. -Richard

Vijay Pandit December 17, 2022 at 4:03 PM So heartfelt a poem--she was special. Your description tugs the heart, Richard. Quoth Theraven December 17, 2022 at 5:57 PM Hello Vijay, Thank you for this comment. She lived quite a life. Best wishes for the holiday season to one and all. -Richard