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Snow On the Flowers

Snow on the Flowers


Take this statue; I want
Someone with you all the time.
Our Lady of Fatima is cold.
This place is cold.

Isn’t snow in spring
The way it’s supposed to be?
Weren’t you spring?
Eagerly on the brink

Never to be explained
Except here where Our Lady
Stands frozen in time with you
Waiting for the snow to melt.

©Kathryn McL. Collins
February 12  , 2004

We placed a statue of Our Lady of Fatima at my daughter's grave.
And of course a cat. We thought the cat made sense and so did
our Jeannie I'm sure.

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Suzanne Delaney

Date: 12/26/2013 1:08:00 AM

Kathryn: How exquisitely sad....sometimes there are no words, and yet you found some. Condolences for your sad loss. Love, SuZ

Kathryn Collins
Date: 12/26/2013 8:09:00 AM

Thanks Suzanne. I appreciate the sympathetic ears. love, Kathy

Carrie Richards

Date: 12/16/2013 10:03:00 AM

Even the title, has drawn a poignant picture. The postscript just breaks my heart for your loss.. I'm speechless with the right words to say. God Bless

Kathryn Collins
Date: 12/26/2013 8:08:00 AM

Thanks Carrie - it's a tough thing to go through and tough for others to help. She died in 1995. - age 21. love, Kathy

Stephen Kilmer

Date: 12/11/2013 7:30:00 PM

Sorry about your daughter. Not so sure about the cat but I am sure I am missing something here. Don't wait for the snow to melt. Get a hair dryer and melt it yourself. ~Kilmer

Stephen Kilmer
Date: 12/12/2013 1:19:00 AM

I am so sorry. I didn't mean to make light of your daughter death. Please accept my apology. I feel like such a jerk. I didn't realize....~Kilmer

Kathryn Collins
Date: 12/11/2013 8:51:00 PM

It's not clear, cryptic I'm sure. Death is hard and cold and never melts. Jeannie was young to die - it snowed, froze early that year. She had a cat but not religion. If I try to explain, it will just get murkier. It's only grief - makes no sense. Pretty grim - sad. No outlets in the graveyard to plug in a hair dryer. love, Kathy