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A Tribute by Donna Michele Hill:
A letter to mcn…

Dear Michael

My tears today are for you, as are my thoughts and gratitude for having known you, if only through this vast internet, and for as short a time as this past year and a half. I will always remember you as one of the first kind souls in this small world of contemporary poetry, to encourage me as I stumbled upon new beginnings for myself amidst it, and my own emerging talents as a poetess.

Michael, here is a poem I had written early yesterday, inspired by you, this same day that God held out his hand and whispered your name. You were in my heart then, and always will be. As a distant friend, please know I will miss your beautiful nature, and softly spoken words of magic.

instead of being a daughter

I am a woman, soft and delicate
tonight feeling wrapped
in the strong arms
of technology
wonderment and nature's laws

I am not ill, nor expect to be soon
yet I too have the chills of heart disease
running through my warm veins
having lost my father to it
at his young age of 46

suddenly I feel death's hold
though for now
my small wrists slip through

memories of my dad
frail and too weak
for a man of his age

it seems never before
have I felt such cloak of sadness

as I do now in prayer
for a distant friend this young age
struggling through what technology
could not help my father with

as I do now in happiness
with a loved one
an age for him of health and virility
a passion for savoring life

where instead of being a daughter
distraught in choosing casket and headstone

I am a woman
soft and delicate

hoping to grow old together in love
caress each moment as it breathes

let light pass through our oneness
and music serenade our health

blue rain

beyond the grief
slashing
minds
mourning
hearts

solitude

still deeper
within

drips
quietly
vibrantly
as red
from the wrists

no words
mere glance
nor touch

speak louder
more reverently

blue rain
after the thunder

Donna Michele Hill
British Columbia, Canada

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