For Zelem
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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