By Ann Falcone Shalaski
Chesapeake Bay Branch
In Memory of Martha Anne King (1946-2020)
Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave a footprint in your heart.
Sorrow, an unrelenting ache, moves across our bodies.
Finds a home in every nook and crevice.
Pools in the bottom of our hearts.
Yet we continue to live. Continue to face
a brand-new day without her.
Yellow morning light breaks across the table,
missing one setting. Missing Martha Anne.
Brave and quiet, folded into her bed,
enveloped in beauty, she passed.
Afternoon sun precariously balanced
at her window.
How do we live without our friend?
Without feeling lost? Uncomplaining
as she was. And why is it not yesterday
when everything was right?
Before the final soft stir of silence
swept her away. Changed everything.
A change that is the same as sadness.