Draw me out upon the water to find my footing on the waves
Author: Elizabeth Maynard
Cancer
Your body surrendered after this long struggle You had enough and called it your last day
Bow
It is not you who rises but we who bow daily
Crimson
Crimson fades to rust violet to soft lavender: Every flower dies
Shoes
I have found more to give: today shoes, tomorrow the great sorrows
Lost
I'm tempted to say I got lost along the way but can one lose what was never found?
Cake
Why only bake cake? We could master all sweet things this long afternoon
Made
This is the day the Lord has made let us dive deep into the thick of it rose-hued and blushing let every pleasure find you and remind your soft heart it is made more for love than struggle
Recipes
I write out recipes blueberry ink on rice-white cards imagine smooth skins as roots are pulled from wet earth to fill basket, belly
Alphabet
I hear this young girl sing alphabet strange on her tongue all of it new not yet burdened or constrained by rules, rhthym, syntax Be brave now, sweet child before we cage your words