Ruby’s Farewell Song
(Ruby Estes 1920 – 2013, Grandlake, Colorado)
At the service
Under a tent of blue
Color of the lake and sky
In a place that once was wild
On a hill over looking
A favorite picnic spot for bears
Before the people came
They are gone now, too
Friends and family gathered
To say goodbye
A bird in flight caught my eye
At the edge of tent and sky
Flitting and dancing
I looked again
It wasn’t a bird at all
Instead a butterfly
As big as my hand
Yellow and black
Life and death
It seemed to know…
With graceful wing
A rock was placed
This was no retreat
Simply the end
Of a long paved road
No longer stable
A bend in the road…
Your tiny feet took
The other path
Followed the lane
Through the meadow
Into the wood
In search of an island
You could call your own
With the people that you know
You turned and waved
Note: Sorry my “unstable” became “No longer stable,” sometimes it just works out that way. Still, a few words to remember a woman, strong as steel, who will be remembered by all who knew her. RIP Ruby Estes, Grand Lake, Colorado.
bird, bridge, unstable, wild, bend, rock,
retreat, bear, lane, fallen, meadow, island
12 thoughts on “June 30, 2013 Sunday Whirl”
This aches with beauty, Annell.
We never know? We write a few words, is it what we are trying to say? We miss the mark, your comments, give me hope….maybe it’s not so bad? Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Lovely tribute and fondly remembered!!
A rock was place…RIP…there was no retreat. Powerful tribute.
This is a beautiful tribute … no longer stable, fine with me!!
hugs…you have written a nice tribute to her…love that there were bears there once, gone now too…it extends her passing out into something greater and ties them together very nice…i am sure your friend will be remembered…
Nice tribute to a woman of strength & independence. Who I knew more through you, then her, who sought to maintain her ‘freedom’ … now ‘free’ from the bonds of earthly things ….
Beautiful my friend. There is an awareness in your words that seeps under the skin of your reader. Love the butterfly, a symbol of transformation, the process of becoming other, something more than we were, and possibly never thought we could be. A wise and gentle tribute to your friend.
Beautiful homage to your friend, Annell. Every word is placed just perfectly.
Wonderful tribute to Ruby and love the last stanza
Love the detail of the butterfly.