WORDS FAIL ME

As they did everyone else

It became far too chemical a thing

For talk to intervene

Corralled in self, and the struggle to survive

Love, the gift, edged out

By her need to receive

An impatient world hurried her through our plodding ways

People, palliatives,

Who knows what there was?

The guys, the highs,

The lows, doses, sizes

Cut short her time with us

Now the future, an eternal unsaid, unheard.

In the end she chose a private out

No thought to who would do the rig-a-ma-roll

And put her where her kids could go.

She impressed me with her survivability

Until the tragedy

The one we feared

Her end, at home in bed

We like to think life has no end.

Magic on the other side will help her find

a demon free place with the rest denied among our kind.

But rest may elude her even there

A loving God may busy her

One on one

Challenge her

With a world of work undone.

DRK

10/11/11

7/12/20