a small spit, &c.
12 december 2015
we all hoped
she would beat leukemia
just not like this.
her purple daisies just
for love, innocent joy, her loud
belly laughs, constant dancing & bad
accents, her loyalty & wisdom -- despite
her age -- & most of all, her constant
keep-going-ness that i never understood,
all lost from this world but imprinted
where she’ll never be forgotten
yet she’s gone --
after her too short lifetime of fighting
it’s all over in a mangled metal instant.
grace, somehow, we muttered.
but in true Jodi-Rae-fashion, she’s singing
to us -- no longer
in pain or afraid -- that
The kingdom really cannot be shaken,
that His mercy never ends, & that death
will never win.
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