Anne wore moccasins and tiptoed toward eternity
Stricken with the storm no hands could lift,
Anne moved softly through the narrowing room of days.
Brain cancer dimmed the lamps one by one,
yet still she wore her beloved moccasins,
as if the earth itself might remember her feet.
She tiptoed toward eternity without fanfare,
past our reaching hands, our unfinished words.
Where is she now, if not dispersed among us,
dancing through the rooms of shared memory,
at peace, while we mourn her quiet disappearance.
If you feel like reading more about Anne’s cancer journey, I’ve chronicled it in prose and poetry here:
https://robertmcbrydeauthor.com/news/
Anne Schlenker McBryde 1958-2026
