Felicia Brewer–wife, mother, lawyer, raconteuse and kindhearted woman–died yesterday of a sudden illness at age 38, leaving her husband, John, and their two young daughters. They are in my prayers and also very much in my thoughts.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes —
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs —
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, mechanical, go round —
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought —
A Wooden way
A Quartz contentment, like a stone —
This is the Hour of Lead —
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow —
First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —