Quatrain # 17 (to Sarah)

We won’t get to do yoga together
And you won’t get to finish my painting,
Life will go on, an uncaring mother,
Birds will sing, and I’ll always be waiting.

I wrote her this on the morning before she died. We kept the hope for the last minute.

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