I don’t think of all the misery,
but of the beauty that still remains.
Perhaps the best of days are the non-eventful?
Resting our souls for what’s around the bend
rushing falls that drain the contents of our heart
braving each droplet until we can breathe again.
Whisper to the sky “I remember!”…
to this beautiful bohemian Icon …and her precious unborn child.
(January 24, 1943 - August 9, 1969)