I wrote this for my sister Janene who died, September, 2002. I miss her every day. I mostly remember those days in the summer when we left the house at the crack of dawn and didn't find our way back until the sun was setting. Those were the best days! The Dandelion Days.
Softly the light pours through the trees
falling down in radiance on silky brown locks
that whip through the air on wings of the wind
flowing like the white fuzzy seeds we set free
Smiles and giggles, packaged from before
are let loose to the gathering wind
and carried off to the land of never wonder
where hearts are light as lazy clouds
and souls delight, removed of shrouds
I remember you
I remember this
I remember absence;
our moment of happiness
I remember this
I remember absence;
our moment of happiness
Tulip trails and butterfly dreams
fluttering for your laughter
that taunted my mood and so easily
broke my frown
you, whom life was too crowded for
Death, that eager chamber of darkness,
envious of all the joy and breath
you gave to the earth;
bitter and cold in his loneliness
abducted your innocent heart
leaving your absence lingering
with a stinging, ceaseless ache
The only solace now are the memories
of those glorious sun-swamped Sundays;
those water-logged, carefree, monumental
child-minded eternities;
the remembrance of every smile
and all those dandelion days
Copyright © roxannegaebel [09 - 10 -2007]
