wednesday july 29 poem
things can change so fast
at nine this morning I picked
sweet corn in a sunny field
at eleven in the ICU I laid
my hand and lips on the
cooling forehead of my
dearest friend may you
find peace carol you who
brought so much laughter
wit wisdom and yes tears to
so many in your fifty-five hard
triumphant years you showed us
all how to live to love to see
© Jacqueline Jackson 2009
