I was so out of touch, quiet she died,

Before I could comfort, solace provide.

She was solid and kind, always first there

With serene, calming smile offered her prayer.

Sorrow bereft whirling feelings collide.

I learned just today, weeks since his tears dried,

With dignity held her illness inside.

Her loved ones’ anguish tried stoic to spare;

I was so out of touch.

Gone before I missed her; where did I hide?

That my thoughts dwelled elsewhere cannot abide.

Not meaning to leave her alone to bear,   

Slipped away without a hint of despair.

In secret she passed to the other side;

I was so out of touch.