Book III - A Life Turned Rightside Up
Life changes must be made
Fifty years of tears stuffed inside
Moldered and rotted my heart and mind . . .
I never cried.
Then I met Grace
Her smile was dazzling, her laughter shy . . .
From her heart she wove fine tapestries
And listened to quiet as life passed by.
Her death came hard for me
There was much Grace had left to do . . .
And much I still needed to learn
Uranium’s yellow poison took her too soon.
I continued on alone . . . blundering, stumbling
Trying to remember the lessons she taught
But I fell back to my old ways . . .
It was the quiet that I forgot.
So I would write Grace’s story
I found a coach, would learn the rules
My way was destined
I could do it . . . I had all the tools.
Then came the slow creeping doubt
A black shroud that said I must prove myself again
Doubt brought the ache to my chest
Tightness of throat and vision that blurred.
For now, the story will be Grace’s
And I know I’m not alone.
Yellow poison may try to strike again . . .
Grace came in the quiet and made her message known.