This is a poem I wrote in October 2011 in memory of my dearest friend, Erin. (b.12/8/69 d. 9/18/11). She had breast cancer and fought for years before succumbing three years ago.
For Erin
Yes, I miss you, yes, I do,
All the time – time that flew
Away like a butterfly
On a warm summer’s day
As children in the neighborhood play.
For Erin
Yes, I miss you, yes, I do,
All the time – time that flew
Away like a butterfly
On a warm summer’s day
As children in the neighborhood play.
That demon monster it killed you
You died before the time was true.
Beautiful and gentle goddess,
An Irish Rose who came and went
A lovely lady - heaven sent.
In middle school, in high school,
Our young garden bloomed
Cherished, cultivated and nurtured.
Seeds joyfully sown year and again.
My dear close friend.
Taught others by her example.
My pagan beliefs she did not trample
Unjudged yet foreign to her own.
I - a silent witness though not alone
To her own testimony to God.
Unwritten was her ending.
Roar – growl – snarling -
Silently hidden in the shadows
Every bump heard in the night
Another demon monster’s might.
A shillelagh, a shillelagh,
Hitting hard the monster’s head,
Hit until the demon is dead.
Dead enough she knows he’s not,
Resurrection is what he sought.
I have long lived with the fear,
Of the impending gloomy year,
When your chalice spills upon the ground
As that demon monster collected his due,
And comes to drain the spirit from you.
Sister, you were brave unto the end,
God’s silent angel, my dearest friend,
Merry part – until we meet again.
As life comes full circle – ‘round it goes,
When will we meet, no one truly knows.
You died before the time was true.
Beautiful and gentle goddess,
An Irish Rose who came and went
A lovely lady - heaven sent.
In middle school, in high school,
Our young garden bloomed
Cherished, cultivated and nurtured.
Seeds joyfully sown year and again.
My dear close friend.
Taught others by her example.
My pagan beliefs she did not trample
Unjudged yet foreign to her own.
I - a silent witness though not alone
To her own testimony to God.
Unwritten was her ending.
Roar – growl – snarling -
Silently hidden in the shadows
Every bump heard in the night
Another demon monster’s might.
A shillelagh, a shillelagh,
Hitting hard the monster’s head,
Hit until the demon is dead.
Dead enough she knows he’s not,
Resurrection is what he sought.
I have long lived with the fear,
Of the impending gloomy year,
When your chalice spills upon the ground
As that demon monster collected his due,
And comes to drain the spirit from you.
Sister, you were brave unto the end,
God’s silent angel, my dearest friend,
Merry part – until we meet again.
As life comes full circle – ‘round it goes,
When will we meet, no one truly knows.
