poetpotter

 I've been thinking this week of a friend at my former church who died early in 2022. I pondered our connection through our church and beyond. She was a preschool teacher, tutor, committed parent, and dedicated member of the church. She tutored one of my own grandchildren for a time as well. The poem began sometime after Cheryl's death, when I was out walking one evening, watching the sun lower in the sky until it was nearly set. And it reminded me of Cheryl and her life and how she gave of it until so close to the end.   I will let the poem speak the rest of my thoughts. "An Evening Poem" was published by Tower Poetry that same year.     An Evening Poem Each step I take The sun dips lower in the sky     I will return before the light dives into the western horizon   Purple and pink clouds surround it giving the sky a painter’s look   I stand and think about the love you gave   the glowing orb dips a little lower the clouds grow darker