She Died Peacefully

Hester P Goldman was a loving woman, a friendly, good-looking, happy to please-you-woman.
The kind of woman you would take on vacation, and let sit in the car.
Having grown up in a loving home, she could not understand why a child would run away from their home.
The kind of woman you would like to read a book to.
Could not visualize how world has changed. She had stayed inside for years, had groceries delivered.
The kind of woman you never saw garden.
Hester P. Godman did not watch the news as it terrified her She refused to look at a newspaper.
The kind of woman who could remain optimistic.
She died in her sleep yesterday, peacefully, happily, not knowing how crazy America is now. 
Not caring.
Not one whit.
Believing Eisenhower was still president.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Gauthier Avatar
May 2, 2018 at 8:27 AM
Well crafted poem, Caren. That's how I want to go, without a worry and then snap!
Krutsinger Avatar
May 2, 2018 at 10:34 AM
Me too; but not in my car.
Cunningham Avatar
May 2, 2018 at 2:13 AM
Sadly it happens, people suffer some tragedy and shut themselves off from the outside world and stay in a comfort zone never to venture out again. RIP Hester. Tom
Krutsinger Avatar
May 2, 2018 at 6:54 AM
I was thinking of people who suffer from dementia or another illness, that makes them so sad, they stay inside their boxes.
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