Sunday, September 01, 2013

The Dying of August, Part 2

In honor of my beloved mother, Irma Fink, who died on August 21, 2011, this lovely poem by Colleen Corah Hitchcock:


And if I go, 
while you're still here... 
Know that I live on, 
vibrating to a different measure 
--behind a thin veil you cannot see through. 
You will not see me, 
so you must have faith. 
I wait for the time when we can soar together again, 
--both aware of each other. 
Until then, live your life to its fullest. 
And when you need me, 
Just whisper my name in your heart, 
...I will be there.

Ascension copyright ©1987, Colleen Corah Hitchcock

1 comment:

Charles Gramlich said...

The end of August always brings a certain level of anxiety around for me, but not too much else than that, and it has weakened over time. You have a double reason to recall it. Not easy to deal with.

Lovely poem.