Calliope Weeps

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In Memory of Marge Tindal
1942 - 2009
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The poetry world you left behind
is a silent place; a reverant hush
replaces frantic scribblings.
Those who mourn your passing
spend memory filled nights and
in the light of day their pens
lay unused, papers blank. Their
hearts are with you when they watch
the moon ascend the sky.
Poetic inspiration waits with them
and they feel Calliope weeping
for one more day to inspire you.
But you are not here. You
were too pure of soul to remain.
Now You are a scribe of Heaven
writing lyrics for angels to sing,
songs too sweet for human ears,
words that adorn the endless
night skies as ribbons of stars.
~*~

© Marcia Miller-Twiford