An Easter Poem |
By Jacqueline Savageau |
In memory of her daughter Amanda Leigh |
I think I’ll write a poem
that’s not about Amanda. The blue sky is crisp this early Easter morn; the purple crocuses are just peaking through, and I’m not thinking about her. I’m not thinking that today she would be two weeks old or about the Victorian floral dress with antique lace that I made her. I’m not thinking about Sunday mass which will begin in four hours, the church full of sweet lilies, white gloves and Easter bonneted babes or that this was to be her big debut. I’m not thinking of her today at all, not the Easter basket sitting empty, just like her room which is full of dreams yet still completely empty, silent like her birth cry empty, lonely, I’m not thinking about her at all today! |