On the Death of Elizabeth Edwards

My soul by it is shaken
Like a tree rudely in an arctic wind
My frazzled pretenses fall
Hope, *****, blustered leaves and all
And she still beneath the heaven
Just like that is gone, gone too the heart's din

And I must now believe this
That status and wealth worth nothing, nor fame
Prevent the mishap coming
Nor the cold winds fierce blowing
That all our optimism twist
Death stalks and then coldly strikes out our name

I will let you go, but sigh
Tomorrow as today for the new grief
That children feel and silence
Fear, a vacant evidence
Of all we are neath the sky
Despite our little pillow of bright belief.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Freeman Avatar
December 14, 2010 at 5:22 PM
(Hope, spunk, blustered leaves and all) Wonderful metaphor or imagery David. Agape, Moses
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December 9, 2010 at 6:52 AM
i am glad that you wrote this.. i also think that her death affected us as a nation. one of our mothers has passed away. the cancer she had was too great. and i find that this is the occasion to say; that God took her for us and not from us.
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December 7, 2010 at 5:59 PM
There have been some tributes to her on the news tonight, David. One said she asked her children, "Who at this table is NOT going to die?" It was Elizabeth's way of helping them cope with her cancer. She did seem like a good woman and we are sad for her children. She had a son who died young and now she has joined him in heaven. Thanks for posting this poem. So true is that line "Death stalks and then colly stikes out our name." Excellent poem, dear friend. Blessings, Carolyn
Kendrick Avatar
December 7, 2010 at 4:47 PM
She seemed like a real Lady..Sad that the world has lost her at such a young age..Sara
Haick Avatar
December 7, 2010 at 3:56 PM
I was unaware that she'd died! I was listening to the new this morning, David and I heard that she'd decided not to receive anymore treatment; that the doctors had given her a few weeks...This is extremely sad. May she rest in peace now..no one and nothing can ever touch her again! Thanks for sharing your heartfelt poem, David. Always, Audrey
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