07/10/2024
She lingered in the doorway
whispering last farewells,
tears reigned, hers, theirs.
Her next journey was calling,
Soon she’d be off…..
Floating on a cloud
Falling with the rain
Sinking like the seed
Embraced by the earth
Sublimely born again
as that which springs forth from it.
prose & art by Lori McGee
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