As the sad news broke that Kay was slipping in and out of consciousness, a friend was reading poetry to her and asked us to send some in. I sent this one in, one of my few non rhyming…
Kay Kinghammer RIP
The trees are touchable now
For her, not yet for us
Beyond is another road
To a common destination.
As slumbers drift to ebbing voices
Poetry read as if… Maybe it is?
But others are talking
Who have not been heard in years…
All too soon joining that conversation
To be spoken of by those of us
Who have yet to touch those trees…