IN MEMORIAM

Who will ever know your laugh? Or the way you flung your hair
Back, sipping on a gin-and-tonic, a Texas girl in New Jersey?
Who will ever remember those quiet hands slicing a pear
In the muted light of the California sun? Singing softly
To yourself with your children clinging to your skirt,
Or whispering a poem which no one will ever hear? The dirt
Loosed from the feet, and the feet turned to that last green
Meadow, where the voice you heard heard you and the stream
Wandered among the lilies, and you said Yes, this is home.
There you walk, and there you sing, and there you are known.

My love to you, more than you will ever know,
MacDonald