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

Disconcerted

   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?