The Day Ruby Passed Away
Sunny, but not hot.
Pleasant, some may say.
Wisp of wind from the west,
Called the departed home;
Whip-poor-will’s sad song,
Unsung for the most part.
We said our goodbyes,
As briefly as possible--
Loved her, best we could,
While she was still alive.
Took the few mementos
She asked us to possess--
Kindness ever present,
Spirit left behind.
Author: Bart Edelman
Photo: Sandy Millar on Unsplash
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