My Aunt Martha died 09/11/2006.
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
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Written on 2025-07-03 at 07:05
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Say What You Need To Say
Calm as a placid windless lakeA 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
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Written on 2025-07-03 at 07:05
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