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The Water and the Leaves By Aunt Donna Cleveland

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The Water and the Leaves

By Donna Cleveland 7-15-07
(Written after Donna visited the creek Chris liked near our house)

I have crossed the bridge.
I am winding down --
Down to the waters' edge
To sit quiet on the flat rocks' ledge
And listen to the whispering leaves on the silent trees.
Some may grieve,
But I will take my leave.

The water sings soft, sliding over smooth round stones
Smooth like my head.
The water is cold
I am too young to be so old.
To the water I said
Some may grieve,
But I will take my leave.

Back -- and southbound I will go
To where the leaves are wide and low
and the water slow,
Away for a while for the sweet companionship
and easy comfort of family.
To the dusky faces and sibilant accents of my former life --

How long do I have?
I get no answer from tree or stream
But I know it is time to go.
Some may grieve,
But I will take my leave.

I will remember this calm green place
The love in my fathers eyes,
The fierce protection on my mother's face,
my brothers' open hearts.
Some may grieve,
But I will take my leave.

But I will take my leave.
Aunt Donna Cleveland, 7-15-07