Thelma

Used to rub my back
With her aged and crooked fingers
And how we miss her
And that spark that never left her
So many thoughts she had
In those last quiet years
Of life, true love and her purpose here
Not a drop of fear to join her best friend
Such a shade of love hasn’t any end
She divided her things
With careful thought each year
Each belonging left to sift
In its place of her intention
Well loved lists of who gets what
And some unnamed stuff to be shared
How Thelma cared in all her ways
Letters sent still arriving after
Her final days
Thelma with her hair of salt and pepper
Used to rub my back
With her aged and crooked fingers
And how we miss her
She’s a part of me forever
Oooh, oooh