“…she was too young to leave; from the life she was too beautiful to leave… they shut her away, and I knew I should never see her face again, never, never, it could not be shown to me again…”
E. St Vincent Milay’s Mother Cora.
How sweet and
Strongly bitter
The moment
Floods to memory
My grandmother
My link to love
Gone
My sweet flower
Of light
Love and virtue
Gone.
So doing
Everything “right”
So spirited
And wise
So touched
So deeply
Why?
My grandmother,
Gone
This many years
Missing you
Still?
So much so
That tears
Flow
So much so
Memories
Go to you
Often
A film
A verse
Sends me.
Grandma,
My dearest
Why do you
Haunt me
So?
I miss you
Too.
I love you
Too.
Adieu.
“Cry for me my
Love
Tears I cannot
Cry
For life’s wasted
Time
My love
For all I dared
Not do.
Will you do
For ‘us’?
Thus also the
Name ‘McCauley’
Calls to you
For ‘us’
There’s work
To finish
If you will…”
©Laurie McCauley 12-12-02
E. St Vincent Milay’s Mother Cora.
How sweet and
Strongly bitter
The moment
Floods to memory
My grandmother
My link to love
Gone
My sweet flower
Of light
Love and virtue
Gone.
So doing
Everything “right”
So spirited
And wise
So touched
So deeply
Why?
My grandmother,
Gone
This many years
Missing you
Still?
So much so
That tears
Flow
So much so
Memories
Go to you
Often
A film
A verse
Sends me.
Grandma,
My dearest
Why do you
Haunt me
So?
I miss you
Too.
I love you
Too.
Adieu.
“Cry for me my
Love
Tears I cannot
Cry
For life’s wasted
Time
My love
For all I dared
Not do.
Will you do
For ‘us’?
Thus also the
Name ‘McCauley’
Calls to you
For ‘us’
There’s work
To finish
If you will…”
©Laurie McCauley 12-12-02