The day after losing my baby…I walked out this morning and the mist was just beautiful and it seemed that I could see her in every little valley and every little tree. Then, I looked up and I said “Good morning Baby.” And I came in and I thought I could hear her talking to me.
So I wrote this poem called:
Looking at My Darling, Gwen
I see her there—in the morning mists—she tells me:
Sorry for the mist it’s just me watering my garden heavenly
I’m making us a home here,
just like before
I want you to be pleased,
When you walk through that door
Don’t worry Darling, I’m busy as a bee
Fixing up heaven, just the way you’d want it to be
Your Koi pond is up and running,
My potting shed is built,
The stone steps down to the garden
still have that little, tilt
The lilies are blooming,
Up here they never stop
You see, it never gets too cold
And definitely, never, never too hot
So watching you, Darling,
Looking at my morning mist
Just remember, when you get here
I’ll greet you with your favorite, good-morning kiss