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Wednesday
Apr082009

Because I Have No Idea What Else To Say

Memorial Audre Lorde 1950

If you come as softly 
as wind within the trees
you may hear what I hear
see what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
as the threading dew
I will take you gladly
nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
silent as a breath
only those who stay dead
shall remember death.

If you come I will be silent
nor speak harsh words to you
I will not ask you why, now,
not how, nor what you do.

But we shall sit here softly
beneath two different years
and the rich earth between us
shall drink our tears.

My friend and fellow blogger Heather lost her daughter yesterday unexpectedly, and I cannot find words. Heather's blog is offline now due to, I assume, the server crashing back up and running. Visit the March Of Dimes to leave a donation in Madeline's name, send her family well wishes on her twitter stream and view Madeline's brief and beautiful life at Heather's Flickr page.
Madeline Alice Spohr

Reader Comments (1)

This is beautiful, from @mrlady http://tinyurl.com/dyun7v

April 9, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterbyflutter

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