as she talked
in tiny letters
and precise sentences
ladylike and free
she encouraged
on the way out
leaving gifts of
sweets and warm
sustenance
neatly packaged in
spontaneous surprise
will we ever see her
again?
will she know that
she made a difference?
teaching with the
sound of polite
silence
and a graceful wave
of her hand?
(i hope so)
sometimes
the stillest voice
has the most to say
and lessons
can be learned
from the whispers
of what they leave behind
(adieu)
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