Kara’s birthday poem
I should have posted this at the end of March, when it was Kara’s birthday.
And how do I begin?
There are stories in all of us
That want to be told.
This is what history is.
With a million stories to share,
And more, with those who will want
To listen; children, children’s children,
All those fears, mistakes, and joys,
Those happinesses and hopes, tears,
Until you think there are no more
Words in the world.
For words are eternal,
As are you.