Margie's Voice

A butterfly spreads its wings
A baby coos and a mother sings
Empty rooms stand bare
A text, tears, and the Lord's Prayer
House of cards
Shadows guard
A will and future taken
Dreams forsaken
Strength's grace
A smile and laughter's embrace
Brown eyes sparkle
Names etched in marble
Silence remains
Its echo stains
Your voice whispers
As the crisp zephyr blisters
Winter's snow quakes
As the stargazer lily wakes.

By Shannon McKemie, M.A.
10-15-2013
Dedicated in loving memory to my late cousin, Margie Brown and her daughter Olivia Jewell