Where was she before her first day?
Some questions cannot be answered.
Where is she now? That one's easy.
She is in thoughts, a protected place.
To receive the gift of life,
we must accept that the gift ends.
But what we were does not end;
what we did with the gift is permanent.
Before life, there is only darkness:
Good riddance to that.
After life, there is the sweetness
of sunlight sparkling on water.
For Whitney deMoraes Hendrickson, 1990-2009
Gregg Easterbrook sent me this beautiful poem on March 20, 2009.