MT. PLEASANT PSALM

MT. PLEASANT PSALM (to my mother Florence)

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.

(20 December 2010, Pleasant Grove, Utah)