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Say What You Need to Say

by James Zealy

Calm as a placid windless lake
A voice barely a whisper
Sears the air
Can you come today

Time has taught
That the time has come
Even though it may not seem to be

On that Saturday
I chose to see
Her gentle spirit one last time

A meek and forceful hero
Who did great things without acclaim
Motioned for me to sit next to her

In typical economic display she sat up
Tapped the bed beside her
Her eyes still clear azure blue

Say what you need to Say
Was her entre for me to
To let go of the frail body
Cancer wracked and spent

She hugged me
She knew I loved her
She knew I valued her
She knew she gave my family a gift
She knew more than anyone I needed to say goodbye

Without further ado she let go
I let go
And barely past midnight on the Eleventh of September
She passed in typical economic fashion

09/25/2006

Author's Note: My Aunt Martha died 09/11/2006

Posted on 09/25/2006
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/30/06 at 03:58 AM

James, this is incredibly bittersweet. Being there for someone and having the feelings you did, you must have had a very good relationship with your Aunt Martha. She must have been one wonderful woman. I too am sorry for your loss. In writing about her, she will always be remembered. Blessings on you and your family.
~Chelle~

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