My sister-in-law would have been 48 years old yesterday. She was taken too soon, and we who are left behind will never be the same.
“And this is spring”
By Jennifer Marie Goodyear, Sept. 5 1973-April 3, 2020
Today I saw the horses play,
two brown foals in new velour.
Since November they have stood,
backs to wind,
blind to cold.
The grass still looks like jaundice.
Weather is too fickle,
a seasonal detail.
Clinging like angora to anticipation,
I watched the first frail dance.
Glimpses from the Other Side 