I don't do rhymed poetry - except in jest. It all sounds like Dr Seuss to me. But the first part of this poem came to me shortly after I found out my daughter and grandchildren were moving to Wisconsin... and after they left, this just unfolded. It's a bit sappy - but I have been crying for two weeks now, so my brain and heart are very soggy.
Mommy took you on a plane today
She took you oh so far away
And I know you both will be just fine
Your hearts are happy and strong... but mine
Is broken in 200 places
Not to see your lovely faces
Big brown eyes and dimples too
I don't know what I'm going to do
To fill my hours and my day
When you are so so far away
Savannah, Mawney's Angel Girl
You are such a constant whirl
Of life and sound and toddler joy
And then there is my boy
My Bastian, whose voice I hear
Even though you are not near
"I wuv you Mawney - I your Best Beau"
"I talka you Mawney - Hewo, hewo?"
I can't count your freckles from this far away
Or read you the story of Eeyore's Big Day
I can't go to the park and feed all those whales
Or make up those magical whimsical tales
Of dragons and pirates and Darth Vader too
What will I do with my days without you?
The Undissolved Bather Speaks
2-18-06 This blog used to be filled with my writings - but somewhere - over years of being ignored, it's contents disappeared. ...
-
Molly never met or even talked to Savannah Angel. She did see all the pictures I plastered on Facebook, like ... -
The poem below was written by my dear friend Molly Pearce, an amazing and wise young woman with an amazing and wise old soul. Born wit... -
Generally, when we are trying to be mindful and centered, we are told to seek quiet and stillness. We get settled somewhere and breath...