Today I felt was one of mine
A flash of red as I came home
A message blinked on telephone.
A sympathetic voice then spoke
The sad news with a catch in throat
Sweet Gabrielle, over ninety-two
Whose failing health I’d seen and knew
Had survived a coma just last week
But woke to find she could not speak
Bedridden for the last two days
We knew she’d reached the twilight phase.
This morning she was found at peace
Leaving behind a grieving niece
But blessed by friendship’s special dart
She has a place deep in my heart.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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