(This poem is somewhat inspired by Ben Jonson’s “On My First Daughter”.
I lost my own first daughter on April 25, 2012. Rest in peace, Xoe. As Ben says, “Cover lightly gentle earth.”)
Can I touch what isn’t there
feel some alternate dimension?
Can you feel me from your grave
wishing to just hold you?
I have so long hoped to relive
the day you had departed
wanting to say something more
than repeating my apologies.
More than anything I yearned
to know you as a mother would,
see you grow beside your siblings,
run with sunshine in your hair,
and crawling to my side when you
like I want comfort, now.
Tell me Jonson did not weep
when making his children immortal.
Capturing pain is only part of the picture, learning how to weave it is the challenge.