Autumn has always been my favorite season. Even managing my way through grief I can feel a renewed sense of hope by the cold crisp mornings and the smell of leaves as day settles into dusky evening. There was a crescent moon the other night shining brightly through the forest around my home. It's nature's way of saying things will be all right and life goes on in the usual, ordinary ways that are really quite remarkable if you only take notice. I received a lovely poem in the e-mail the other day that I place here for all daughters who grieve the loss of a mom.
For My Daughter by David Ignatow
When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
or forgotten you.
You were such a star to me,
following you through birth
and childhood, my hand
in your hand.
When I die
choose a star and name it
after me so that I may shine
down on you, until you join
me in darkness and silence
together.
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