I want to share this poem that I wrote some years back, when my children were still quite young and I had to face the very real possibility that I could succumb to AIDS and leave them motherless. Chances are, if you're reading this post you either know someone or have lost someone to HIV/AIDS. This is for you.
Where You'll Find Me
Where crimson clouds blaze bold
A charcoal silhouette stands tall against a crooked sky
Here is where you'll find me.
Where delicate vines cling ‘round tree’s trunk
Breathe in the tall, sweet grass
This is where you’ll find me.
Initials carved into knotty bark
A token of my love for you.
When winds gust autumn
And trees rain gold upon the muddy Earth below
If you should need me,
Here is where you’ll find me.
I’ll rest beneath the untouched snow
Until doves come calling and mystic rivers flow.
Forget me not, for one hundred years from now
Here is where you'll find me
Waiting, one with all God’s creation
To once again be born anew.