From: Karen
Date: Fri Oct 24 13:17:35 MST 2003
Subject: Poem for Morgan

As some of you know, two weeks ago, Morgan, one of my sixth graders, lost her mother suddenly at the age of 47. Thanks to Derek, Scott and Rod who helped me edit it last night. “Motherless Child” Sometimes I feel like a motherless child a long way from home true believer a long way from home. -- African-American spiritual I watch and search your swollen face for something left to heal; I see you desperate for a trace of love that death won’t steal. The wrenching of your loyal heart, the ripping of the seal, I long to take your severed parts to God for my appeal. I ask him why he’s dealt this loss. What answer might he give, while pointing to the splintered cross?-- “I died so she might live.” And while the suffering you know should make me question why our richest loves so harshly go, I hold to his reply. There are no words that can efface the dark regret you feel, the shattering of sacred space, the crushing of the wheel. Though love remains to pull you back to living once again, your mother’s leaving breaks a track that earthly time can’t mend. Karen Bradley

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