Honestly, I’m not sure
if I’ll be home soon.
I’m glad you were able to see me.
I love how you hear a different story from my eyes,how we find honesty under the moon–
a strawberry moon
rising–
like a beacon through the trees.You read me with an elder’s wisdom.
Tears well up when you hold my heart with your eyes,
how they flow with knowing.
Your own tears leaking onto your cheek.You never even met my father,
but he was speaking through you,
his presence nowhere and everywhere.Honestly, the well of deep compassion
Margaret Simon, for Carolyn
grows when watered with our tears.
Reflections on the Teche 
Thank you for sharing this meaningful and intimate poem, Margaret. It touched me deeply, and brought back memories of a similar time after my mother died.
A reminder of how much we need one another, how great the gift of compassion is. There’s blessing in it.
My goodness, what a moment of connection and presence and mindfulness. A friend of mine once described the loss of a loved one as being on sacred ground. You are still on sacred ground…a precious time even with the grief. How like you to put it into words we can all hold as comfort.
This is so beautiful, Margaret.
What a gorgeous moment of reflection. I need to print this and read it again and again.