Galloping Grim Reaper

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Like a bursting sunrise birth exploded
To a poverty-laden rural South Dakota woman
Herself as frgaile as the casing of a goose berry.
Chasing her in four rotations of the sun
Was the Galloping Grim Reaper
Snatching her away,
Leaving behind an orphaned, determined child
Much like Collet of Les Miserables
Surviving Custer alleys of garbage
The child was mercifully adopted by Aunt and Uncle,
And raised up embraced by winds, wheat and corn
of Wisconsin and South Dakota
Forty years she was closed
As a United Methodist clergywoman
Breathing for the unvoiced, marginalized, spat upon
While juggling two sons and being a wife.
Today beyond 75 years of age
Each sunrise greeted with silent shouting gratitude
Each sunset honored with a humble bow
While expectantly and laughingly
Awaiting the Galloping Grim Reaper

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