ROXANNE September 25th, l958 – 2010
I watched you run across the lawn
in faded jeans and dirty sneakers.
The sun has kissed you often.
Your strong face is freckled with its’ love.
Now you’re playing games,
You sprawl exhausted at my feet,
still for a while.
Then, sandwich in hand
you leap away towards another day.
The sun has only just begun
to dry the dew.
A gust of wind staggers under an almost
too earthy burden of garden fragrances.
I come here often
in the early morning hours.
Perhaps, because here in this garden
we planned together
I feel a special closeness to you.
I picked a rose, still wet with dew,
to lay on your pillow.
I meant to write you words of love
I bring you the first rose that bloomed this morning.
I hold a calendar of memories
and leaf back through the weeks
to a day when we built sand castles on a happy beach.
To a Thursday
encircled in red.
An ordinary day
until you made it special with your first step.
The years have passed as quickly
as these pages I so casually turn.
In my hand I hold all the birthdays,
the first of July picnics,
the first days of school.
All the yesterdays
Now you’ve grown-up
and the tomorrows
these belong to you.
(These words are excerpts from a script I wrote for a musical production by the “Sweet Adelines” performed at The Saskatchewan Centre of the Arts in l972. It was the story of a young girl growing up on the prairies, told in song and words. Roxanne played the role of the girl. The words were for her.)