My daughter was a brief ripple
upon the ocean of life
not a hurricane,
Ebbing and flowing
in gentle waves around
those who knew her:
A broken alabaster box,
a precious treasure
releasing its essence.
Waves of memory rush in and
recede on the shores of my mind
* * *
Garden of Life
There are noxious weeds in the Garden of Life
which suck the nourishment from God’s flowers.
Cancer was the weed that choked the life
from my daughter’s body that fatal day in
the Spring of 2007.
I had no weapon but prayer to fight this foe
which took possession of her body,
so suddenly and completely.
It seemed that even this failed
That God did not hear my plea.
I cried out, “Why, Why?? –she is so young!”
There are still so many things for her to do!!
Surely, this is a bad dream that will pass
And I will awake to my daughters smile.
I try to comprehend it as day follows day –
I expect to see her as before –
for her to call me on the phone with the latest
news – what she and Vicki have been doing,
and we will talk way too long, as usual.
But the dream doesn’t end.
My “Reality” will never be the same.
I have to learn to live without a daughter
who was my closest confident and friend –
my constant Joy and Wonder.
A daughter who understood
and tried to please me – and everyone else.
She never wanted to offend in any way.
(This was both her best and worse trait
as she didn’t take care of herself.)
How do I live without her Sweet spirit?
The fact that she was always there for me?
By Clara Betty Deese
(My daughter, Glenda Marie (Deese) Jacinto died March 9th, 2007 at the Solano Hospital in Vallejo, Ca. She was 50 years old. This was written at my brother’s home in Arizona, on March 26 after reading one of his books on “Poetic Healing” )
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