Seeing this picture of my beautiful wife, our lovely daughter and our recently lost Kathryn Zalem; Kathy’s mother, I can’t help but think of the poem I wrote the morning she passed. I thought I’d share it with my readers again for those that missed it
For Zalem
A Poem by Daigneault
Forged in the dark earth of Kansas by a preacher and his wife
She was an educated woman in a time when such was rare
Never much for foolishness she worked hard and watched the money
Then one day when the kids had grown he said he was leaving
For a while the tears and questions kept her down
But she did her own time and found her own way
So through thirty years of solitude, hers was a life of books and antiques
Watercolors and brushes and time with the children, but she lived alone
She watched movies every Christmas with Ila and loved “Frosties”
Reading everything, she had knowledge where others had only opinion
As her twilight approached she quietly cut the lines that moored us together
And started on her way, leaving us grateful in the bedrock of her example
Like a glacier, quietly, gracefully, moving to the sea of her memories
We watched as she finally wondered back home to a Kansas of an earlier day
In the end she was as light as air, giving all, even her body
Leaving behind only a few precious strands of her beautiful white hair
Thank you Kathryn
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