4 years ago on August 6th, my daughter passed away. On September 24th it would have been her 27th birthday. I miss her dearly. She still comes for her visits, playing her tricks on me. Things get moved, they disappear and then reappear. This year I wanted to post a poem for her by Adrienne Rich.
I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you were sick and would not answer
The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself
I have always wondered about the left-over
energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped
or the fire you want to go to bed from
but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down
the red coals more extreme, more curious
in their flashing and dying
than you wish they were
sitting long after midnight
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CASSIE!!! MOM LOVES YOU AND MISS YOU VERY MUCH!!!