I wrote this poem several years ago for my dear friend, Rachelle, when her daughter was lost to us on a cold November night.

Ashley, November, 2005

You had been perfected

Before you came to that midnight shore,

Dancing, shimmering like the ancient ivory moon

Casting incandescent ribbons on dark ripples.

You were gliding forth to gather them

When the black waters closed

Over your head and outstretched hand.


You had become so perfect

When you sanctified those waters

With your lost and frozen smile

And your laughter, gently ripplinng

From the place of your departure.