I had only spoken with her, Patricia Hutto Dukes, once, perhaps twice.
She was wonderful, engaging; sadly, yet, thankfully, I learned more of her at her funeral service.
Among all of her life and her accomplishments, she wrote short stories and poems. She once showed praise for a poem I had written.
And, following, I believe, is the last poem she had written before she left us.
Ode to Aging
I do declare the time to be near
when I'll stand on the rim of the earth
The day is in sight when my soul will take flight
and encounter its second birth.
But tell me my friend do you comprehend
how this could possibly be
that this could happen to someone
who's been here as briefly as me?
The childhood, the girlhood, the womanly worldhood
have passed in the blink of an eye
Like a furious wind that wipes the slate clean
It's hello life and goodbye.
So I ask you again if you understand
how my story so quickly was told
and when in the world has this little girl
ever had time to grow old.
For profound reason, I have shared.
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