J is finishing up a poetry unit at school and her poem was so awesome (not that I'm biased) that her teacher (a) told me in advance that I would be surprised/wowed by it and (b) chose it as the opening poem in their class poetry book. Without further ado:
Her smile, so
Blond, golden hair,
her light baby
Four years old
She left me.
I wasn't even born yet!
And yea, I teared up again just re-typing it.
For the new out there, my oldest daughter, S, died in a backyard pool drowning while I was pregnant with J. We've made an effort to make sure J knows about her sister and that we love them both, and well, obviously she's been paying attention.
And probably needs therapy, based on the above, but I'm hiding my head in the sand on that one for as long as I can...