for Donna L. Thiel +1961
She walked under the oak tree,
crunching its acorns beneath her feet,
never to grow into a giant oak,
leaving her parents to cope
left behind her youthful years
washed away by the tears,
yeas and nays discarded by the way,
precious were those final days.
She was only eight.
Cancer took her bones.
Even a soul can’t wait
needing bones for a home.
– Ben Gieske, December 3, 2007
