To My Daughter

Dear Vanessa,

Oct 6, 1977-Sept 28, 2017

8 years ago today, you died.

Right here in the house

I do remember everything

Your last words

My last words to you

Your soul drifting away

Into the unknown.

8 years is a long time

To forget

To remember

To love still

Every day

Your ever-presence here

On the wall

In the room

I feel you

I see your beautiful face.

My heart opens

And hurts again

When I look deeply

Into your eyes.

The other day, I was sitting outside

Watching the grandkids and people

Inside

On the other side

Of the sliding glass door

They didn’t see me really

And I wondered if that might be

What it’s like for you.

Can you see us?

Like looking from outside in

at us?

Probably not.

It was just a thought

And I wondered if it might be that way

When you die

I decided it could be

For a while,

Hoping though

You wouldn’t spend your time

Just looking at us

When you could move on

To new things.

I wonder if we will

Recognize

Each

Other

Next time.

Your Mother, Wendyne ❤️ I write to heal.