Last Words/Elizabeth
Photo of Elizabeth when she and Rita visited Russia in 2007, the place where Elizabeth felt called to serve as a missionary
Some dates resonate through history. 9-11 will ever be a date the world remembers. But 9-11 will ever be a date remembered by those who knew and loved Elizabeth Lynn Glovier. Not a victim of 9-11 but a victim of time, circumstance, and untreated mental illness. Her passing coincides with this international remembrance date – and her family and friends have feared her loss would be lost within. It hasn’t. It never will. Not for those who loved her best.
“I love you and I always will.”
Last words spoken between dearest of friends
parting ways unknown.
Hope lingered therein,
that one day no more need for “always” would come
– only the existence of that fact would overtake
by revisited presence and love.
“I love you and I always will.”
Last words like broken record play on repeat
decade past your departure
and no more hope of retraction.
One illness took you to the streets
while another – unnamed and unknown –
took your life and now, no hope
of revisited presence and love.
“I love you and I always will.”
A dark canyon filled with echoed repeats
truer words spoken
never could be.
Still shaking, vibrating with pain,
the words replay heavy,
recall a Beatles’ song: “he ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.”
The burden was heavy
I almost broke.
But “I love you and I always will”
resonates still.
You weren’t a burden.
We almost broke.
We did break.
But those words heal.
Even now, eleven years past,
those words still heal.
You weren’t heavy, you’re my sister:
“I love you and I always will.”
“I love you and I always will.”
Find more healing words and words of hope in poetry, poetry readings, and more from MockingOwl Roost contributors and staff.
- Memorial Runs for Global Running Day – Positivity Corner
- Home When I Get There – poetry
- The Girl in the Sand – fiction
- Be Still – poetry
- At Daybreak – poetry reading
Editor-in-Chief of The MockingOwl Roost, Rita Mock-Pike is the granddaughter of aviatrix, Jerrie Mock, first woman to pilot an airplane solo around the world. Rita has found inspiration from her grandmother’s life and flight and pursued many of her own dreams in theatre, podcasting, novel writing, and cooking up delicious food from around the world. She now writes on food, travel, pets, faith, and the arts. She’s happily married to Matt, and faithfully serves the very fluffy kitten queen, Lady Stardust.
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