Middle Ground (2002)
 
Ruth (For Ruth Deware, 1913-2000)
Emma was a baby
Born on a Wednesday
In a clean white private room
Those tears and smiles are meant to welcome you

Ruth died Saturday
Though it was late night Friday
When she closed her eyes for good
Her short breathing stopped when her heart told it to

No roadmap, no sign
On this great long incline
No reason to cry
Just a mountain to climb

Roast pork supper
At a cottage on the water
With a memory in every view
You’ve gone to join your friends who long ago left you

But who’ll watch the river
And who’ll hold the center
Of this family who loved you
It seems more than a little bit fragile now to tell the truth

No roadmap, no sign
Just this mountain to climb
No reason to cry
Just a moment in time