Dona Lou Pearson's sister Jude wrote this poem to express how she felt about her sister's death. Jude said that "although poetry was Dona's gift" she felt compelled to express herself in poetry and wanted to share her feelings.  - poetheart 09/02/02

Death's moment undefined
absolute in stillness.
An infinitesimal process
approaching unnoticed.
Stealing through our hearts.

Mourning in levels of sorrow.
The knowledge of her death
Her irreplaceable gifts gone
Monstrous the youngest dying first
An accumulation of grief.

This sad knowing.
Terrible is what was left unsaid.
Sharp regret in needles of grief.
In death she is oblivious
As I weep on

by Jude

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