Where?

A Week After My Sister Bonny’s Funeral

May 3, 2024

I am lost between worlds.

I clutch the robe at my chest

That feels heavy with the weight of your loss.

The blue sky above,

The green earth below,

Where are you now?

Don’t leave us too soon -

Look down from the hill and reach back your hand

            To pull us up

            By love that outlasts death.

Come as a butterfly to

Crawl beneath a table of tears

And hover to let us know

That you will linger long enough

To grab needle and thread,

Sew your soul into the hole in our hearts

And remain forever Here.

VSS