The Moment of Tears

My walls of Jericho
came tumbling down.
It was over.

The glass was shattered discreetly,
yet -- so abrupt.

I felt no pain only lonliness.
The mind was disturbed, reflections reminiscent.
From this moment on, there would be --
only memories.

This was no dream.
This was reality.
She would be no more.
I cried.

taken from the thoughts of DA

I wrote this poem some eleven years ago on the passing of my grandmother at the age of 78. After reading fellow blogsphere brothers blogs on the life and times of Mrs. King and her funeral --- check out www.savvy101.blogspot.com and www.professorgq.blogspot.com --- it hit me that Mrs. King died at the same tender age and I flipped through my archives to find this poem....just as I dedicated it to my grandmother...I dedicate this poem, this day to Mrs. King...as well...they were both pillars of strengths in their own times...

"May the souls of the faithfully departed rest in peace"