Elegy Poem by Peggy Dreger

Somebody made the phone call, Kay, to tell me you had died.
The bitter news to me was like taste of cyanide.
I wept when I rememberd how Marcia, you and I
Would talk the day away until the sun had left the sky.
Your pain and fears are over now; your ashes laid to rest.
The years that brought us close will give my memory a test.
But I eill keepyour laughter and the glow that lit your face.
Though death may sweep a lot away, some things he can't erase.