Her Last Goodbye

All who knew that gentle voice,
Or shared the timid wave,
Knew the source of light within–
The reason she was brave.

No one heard the voice that day
Her Journey sought repose.
She slipped away, then softly said
"Goodbye" with but a rose.

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Etta's rosebush struggled through the winter she was taken ill. When she died, the bush lifted this single blossom as her "Farewell" to those she loved.

In Memory of Etta Kleinschmidt.
Her Last Goodbye, © 2006 Donn Coon.