The End on the Hill
The Lady is Dead.
Thirty three years a supporter
for the oldman, a friend whenever
the struggle seemed too harsh,
a symbol of the individual.
Alone she lived without help
maintaining her home,
the rare matriarch without
family for sunday dinner.
Alone she died discovered
by an unanswered call
from her island friend....
the heart weeps heavy.
Life so final....denial..
Bonny Albury a voice
no longer speaking
eyes no longer watching
over the family block.
Nothing to say....
Sunday, August 19, 2007
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