Legacies

The morning of the moon’s passing, 
she whispered the unthinkable;
that she had not the energy 
to keep writing. 
Like the tundra swans, 
necks long and extended
stretching to reach the Carolinas
from their home in the Arctic,
it was all she could do to get by. 
 
And then she chanced upon a note
written to her from a legendary poet, 
picked up a pen and wrote a poem. 
And then another. And another. 
And encouraged her daughter
to do the same. As she had
so many long miles ago.
 
 
For poet Jack Rid