For my Daughter
Dear little Buttercup, why are you so blue?
sometimes it hurts so much.. the dull, cracking loneliness...
the cold is here too..
but look, Beloved! at where you are!
You are alone with God.
This is the closest a soul can get
to meeting her adoring maker.
Let your heart sing praises
when those old bones cry,
And may the cold propel you
steadfast towards the light.
