Liberty’s Farewell



She touches her hand

Strokes her hair of lightly falling waves

Her soul dances before us backwards and forwards

The view is inside little Liberty’s seven year-old journey.

It tells her


Not yet

Not one flower

Not one sigh of resignation.

Then we notice

She, the great-granddaughter

Has wrapped her body around

Her great-grandmother’s

Deathbed of raw pureness

We wait.

January 12, 2017 Meldrum Poetry Workshop
Julia Inez Nelson Hart crosses over the next day.