Daisey Grace by Laurie

Dear Mommy,

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped into the next room.
Whatever we were to each other, we still are.
Call me by my familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way you always did.
Let my name be the household word it always was.
Let it be spoken without a trace of shadow.
Laugh at the things I did that made you laugh.
Life means all that it ever meant,
it is the same as it always was;
there is unbroken continuity.
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near.
I am just around the corner,
in a place where daisies never fade.

Love,

Daisey