Ruth Simpson Remembered - Poem by Bill Grace
The call comes and informs of death
It is not the first time
The great democrat has visited
A century of life insured the invitation.
Still, I am numb
The trailer is not the same with out her
The world has a more hollow ring
A comic raven helps.
We huddle together – food and laughter and drink help
The phone calls and cards help
The teasing and celebration of memories help
Even the silence seems to heal
There is no need for words.
A life of great fullness closed
A love too full for sound or fury
This is what we have known
So we grieve and heal
As Ruth would want us to.
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