As I write this
I want it to be right
for her.
I want it to say things that are meaningful
for her.
I want it to be real.
And, I want to speak of
her heart.
The tears come and burn my tired eyes
as I hold her in my emotional embrace.
Bobbi died today.
Our gentle and kind Forever Sister, our faith-filled friend.
Courageous.
Presenting the irony of cancer beaten
yet left with lungs that could not
Support her spirit.
Our. Bobbi. Died. Today.
The open and warm fullness of
a phone call
is followed by the
contrasting cold-cloaked
emptiness of a brief email.
Bobbi died today .
Clouds roll by;
a breeze quivers the trees.
The lakes lap of quiet,
animals pause and stare at our sorrows.
Our Bobbi died today.
Friends hold their collective breath
asking for God’s hand
to hold her in comfort,
to lift her wings,
and set her
finally
free.
~ Lovingly authored by Di Murphey & Don Meldrum
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