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Golden Brown Finger

by James Zealy

We said our perfunctuary farewell
Congruent and correct
Along with our group adieu chorus

Beneath these vocal pearls
Superlatives forgotten at dawns light
It seems your temporary stay meant naught

She returned young mensa intellect
Direct positive and conflicted,
Asked me to stand

She touched my foot
With a single
Golden Brown finger

Smiled and touched my soul
Her tradition of honor

The touch of her finger lingers
Whispering willowy fluid grace
As she turned and walked away


Author's Note: I don't know when I have been so touched. I worked for two years with a young Indian Woman. She was remarkable in her care and passion,for the work we did even though her position was contracted and temporary. She left last week to move to Ohio. Before she left after the group said goodbye, she came back and told me I was more important to her than the other members of our team, and performed the ritual of touching my foot.

Posted on 03/31/2009
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/31/09 at 12:30 PM

Beautiful tribute, James!

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