I told you guys I've been sad lately, and yesterday I felt led to write, so I did. I think it helped me grieve, but here is the poem. If you have any thoughts or suggestions on it, send them my way, please. I'm also trying to publish some poems, so we'll see where that leads. Love you three. sj
a small spit, &c.
12 december 2015
we all hoped
she would beat leukemia
just not like this.
her purple daisies just
for love, innocent joy, her loud
belly laughs, constant dancing & bad
accents, her loyalty & wisdom -- despite
her age -- & most of all, her constant
keep-going-ness that i never understood,
all lost from this world but imprinted
where she’ll never be forgotten
yet she’s gone --
after her too short lifetime of fighting
it’s all over in a mangled metal instant.
grace, somehow, we muttered.
but in true Jodi-Rae-fashion, she’s singing
to us -- no longer
in pain or afraid -- that
The kingdom really cannot be shaken,
that His mercy never ends, & that death
will never win.