Yesterday I went to see the memorial that was made for your grave site. It includes a beautiful photograph of you in porcelain and part of a poem you once wrote. I then wrote this for you.
I'm going to sit here and rest
I'll stroke your memory in song
and hold it to my chest
It's raining outside I said
and our inner worlds did meet
with tiny hands of lead
driving a dreary beat
I stood again on the ground
where you will soon be laid
and thought about the sound
our laughing voices made
I'm falling to my knees
and the mist and you are one
just under the sheltering trees
where the rain is never done
"Shared pain is no longer paralyzing but mobilizing." Henri Nouwen
This is a beautiful poem, Karen. I can't imagine what it would be like to stand where your daughter will "soon be laid". I love you so very much. Kim
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