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Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Poem for a Young Girl
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.
I am sad.
The little mouse, alone now in its glass cage.
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.