(Dedicated to Barbara Christie Mansfield)
Your fingers reached across,
The chasm between life and death,
To warm my imploded senses
To comfort my bereaved heart.
At first, I barely dared to hope
That you could bridge back,
And yet you persisted in act
Expressing your spirit, yourself.
Showing me that you still are
Laughter, mischief and love
Gentle touches across the mist
Where you stand just out of sight.
(My youngest sister, Barbara Christie Mansfield, who was also my best friend and wisest advisor, died without warning on Nov 5, 1996.)
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