Sea Level
Below sea level resides the
alumnus or
alumnae of
being caught in
the middle of
everything.
The Poetess Forever Gone
8/11/2023
Sun shines down through a cloudy aperture.
The writer, gone on a blessed,grand adventure!
Her table, chair, flowers, rug,wait for her.
Under moonlight, their soft cries,murmur.
It’s hard to believe that she is no more.
I see her swinging on angels’ bright doors.
Or running barefoot on celestial shores.
Shimmering beaches~ hers, forevermore.
Looking up at the stars in God’s heaven.
I still remember her, jumping rope, age seven.
And as she grew, loved this world the more.
Till God took her home, to His celestial shores!
In Memory of My Cousin
Alumnae of Poetry Soup
Missing you!