our girl is in the stars.
in the leaves floating in the breeze, in the warm afternoon sun, and in the clear blue sky.
everywhere we look. she’s there.
returned to the earth.
in the ether.
in our hearts – forever.
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
when grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, how can a body withstand this?
when you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, i will take you
i will love you, again.
― Ellen Bass
she’s sent us her sister – little piper.
preppy like grosgrain ribbons, monograms, and navy blue and kelly green – and full of promise.
with white markings on her shoulders that look remarkably like. . . . angel wings.
and we took her and said, we will love again.