An Old Friend's Passing

I felt her right behind me
With arms raised to the sky
And knew the Earth embraced her
As the wind let out a cry.

I jumped to feel her shudder.

With an angry crash she fell
And the world held still around me
With a grief it couldn't quell.

I heard old voices whisper

In a softly chanted hymn
To mourn an old friend’s passing
As death reclaimed each limb

Where an old rope swing lay tangled

In an unfamiliar knot.
There a trace of memories
And a young girl’s dreams were caught.

© 2010 Pam H. Murray