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The Death of a Lavender Lady
  (my greatgrandmother)
By Satin Puzzle

Propped up:
She - against lace pillows
I - against the knowledge
of the few grains of sand
remaining in her hourglass.

Cautious:
She - past her winter season
I - in my springtime
faced each other,
gently,
so not to melt the delicate snow
or slow the blooming bud.

Confused:
Her words - through withered lips
tolled with soft disorder
My mind - at loving pitch
tuned the quiet sound.
And from that whisper
of her ancient chimes
a thought came ringing clear:

"Each person is a color
only you can see
their hue and shades distinctive
their mood is caught or free.

I'll miss my human rainbow."

She closed her eyes and sighed.

Then, in the midst
of my ten years
a Lavender Lady died.


© 1995 M.J. Taylor