I never dreamed that I would be posting this August column as an obituary for my beloved daughter Jill who died in a kayaking accident in Tennessee on August 29th. Please forgive the self indulgence, but I wanted to honor her. Jill In the last days of August My daughter rode the river waves And they caught her like life Catches us all Holding her tightly in its grip Extracting final breath Skipping her to the next life Like sunlight shimmering on the water. I should be unconditionally happy for her, But sadness twist my soul Like a river whitecap. Until she shakes her finger and says, That’s not what you taught me, Mom.
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