My Last Gift to Give

 

My little girl

My tender child of smiles

My first dream as a mother

My last gift to give before leaving

 

I’ve been whispering to you lately

Have you heard? 

 

I’m just on the other side

dancing with your Daddy

 

Just on the other side

like our home on High Street

 

Can you feel our feet

pressing on old floorboards?

 

Do you know the songs

pouring under the door?

 

Can you hear our laughter

lifting through the walls?

 

Just on the other side

 

 

I’ve not forgotten what this day brings

and you look so pretty

 

How many candles?

Too many for counting?

Don't be silly

 

Let us say five this time

five is such a lovely number

 

Alright

we will blow them out together

and don’t be silly

 

 

It seems now

that the weaker trees are showing early color

and the lilies have all bowed

to the chicory 

 

The macintosh are sweet

crisp for the picking and the baking

and our gardens are grown heavy

and will soon be calling for the table

 

In all this abundance

I know of the emptiness

of all the impossible tomorrows

 

So many days misplaced

So much we couldn’t share together

 

And also

the simple grace

of what remains

in yesterday

and the quiet joy of remembrance

 

 

There is a favorite picture of us

one I’m sure your father took

 

The unsettled nature of the waves

the shadowed rocks below

I held you so close Lorna

so endlessly close

 

Most don’t understand

the real truth of a photograph

The enchanted alchemy

that fixes a spirit

that holds the soul 

 

and waits for the girl who cares

 

And you have cared enough for us both

There is nothing more than this

 

My little girl

My tender child of smiles

My first dream as a mother

My last gift to give before leaving

 

I’ve been whispering to you lately

Have you heard?