This is a poem for Emily on the two year anniversary of her death. I found the poem recently, apparently having written in the midst of our very big sadness. The sharing of a sense of loss must be a part of the human condition so as to not be alone.
POEM FOR A YOUNG GIRL-GONE
by Judi RomainePOEM FOR A YOUNG GIRL GONE
I am sad.
The little mouse, alone now in its glass cage.
Waiting.
The room with nothing there like a life.
Or a life concluded at eight with pink slippers and dolls. And some videos of us when we were happy.
Nothing is there.
Where did she go?
Where does a person’s life go?
It evaporates into the air, except those few,
who leave behind a monument, a book, a creation of some sort
—or a child.
I am sad.
The little mouse, alone now in its glass cage.
Waiting.
The room with nothing there like a life.
Or a life concluded at eight with pink slippers and dolls. And some videos of us when we were happy.
Nothing is there.
Where did she go?
Where does a person’s life go?
It evaporates into the air, except those few,
who leave behind a monument, a book, a creation of some sort
—or a child.
Beautiful and poignant. So sad to lose someone so young and with so much promise.
ReplyDeleteVery sad and a well done expression of grief.
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