Tuesday, July 24, 2012

For Margaret

As the clock ticks towards midnight,
I do not want to take on tomorrow;
for then, I have no choice but to say:
"Margaret died yesterday".
Already, I've lived one day without her.

Died, passed away, passed over, gave up the ghost;
I prefer the German verschwindet, disappeared.
Yesterday, Margaret disappeared,
and for my remaining tomorrows
I will play hide and seek with her,
till the tomorrow when I disappear,
and you'll be the ones searching.


  1. I seem to remember a story you told me, of Margret going into schools in costumes to encourage and inspire children's imaginations. I think with a legacy like that she will reappear time and time again through the thoughts and lives she touched.
    My condolences and love,

  2. Your poem has been seen by many members in the New Zealand Children's writing community. The link to your blog has been shared around by email, on Facebook...etc. It has been cried over by many...as we all have to come to terms that our writing friend... source of awe and fun and advice and magic has skipped off to play somewhere else...
    Beautiful words.

    1. Maureen, I'm intrigued. How did you find the poem?