15 January 2015

from a daughter

Poem title: "Because I told you that you would live on through me"

When a person dies
   many say that they leave
      an emptiness

I have been looking for this emptiness
   under rocks, in the sky, in city bricks and on train tracks
      in sounds
         like the tea kettle whistle, or the winter rain hitting the window

   I can't find the emptiness

I keep running into You
   here, there
       here, there

Even the prism through which I see and hear
   all of these things
      has your hand so firmly in its blueprint

So why should there be emptiness when You are everywhere
   and the world has become so full of You
that my heart intermingles its beats
   with Your own?