Linda

Linda

Ravyn White

03/26/12

Grandmother with her flowy silver locks

as free in nature as she was

riding smoothly on her beloved motorcycle

my sweet soft spoken grandmother

all suited up jacket, helmet, hard core bike

off on a long journey

on a long black road

destiny awaited her

unexpectantly crashed

hospital bed

laid my sweet grandmother

eyes shut, motionless

no tears, no fears

just still and quiet

waiting

and

then

gone