MT. PLEASANT PSALM
(To my mother Florence and for Viola Stock Jarvis)
The heart is the last thing to go –
The body lingers here –
The pulse runs fast – subsides too slow –
Relinquishing what’s dear.
The feet are the first part to change
To alabaster hues –
How beautiful though pale and strange
The life without the shoes.
A place of white and rays of light –
Her new address is Star –
The Milky Way moves forward to
Accompany her Car.
Her chariot of fire leaves
A comet in the wake –
And each good work she did for us,
A comma for her sake.
(revised 16 February 2011, Provo, Utah)
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This is a beautiful memoir to the dead, Holy Oaky. It is quite vivid.
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