Mantra Miffed


Mantra coldYes, you noticed. Mantra boycotted yesterday. In fact, she would not sing. She did nothing but pout. This morning, on the other hand, was a completely different story.

She is intimately aware I schedule three hours per day for contingency where I can take care of the OMG! WTF just happened? events we all have. She decided to swing the lantern until it crashed in my cup of coffee. The keyboard is sticky, so she enlisted the PlayBook. Apparently, she is going to embrace the new technology in what I can only describe as an insane twist of events.

Today is never a good day for me. Perhaps, before it is my turn for the eternal nap this body desires that will change, but for now, it is what I face every year on the 12th day of March.

I stopped to pass this along because it is what she chose for today, after having flatly refused to participate yesterday. Although it was neither the first or only poem I have written today, it is appropriate. Forgive me if I am not my usual, jovial self today. I shall return in due course.


Today, you would be seven.
Flowing crown of strawberry hints
Amidst the flaxen ringlets.
Lithe little girl limbs swinging
In chasing play with siblings.
Party hats of plumes and leather.
Pirates and fairies with spider webs
And a squid wrapped ’round
The flickering chandelier.

Today, I kneel beside a pink and black
Marble marker, cold and smooth,
Making sure it continually lets
Strangers know you were.
Wanted and loved and cherished
By family, father and mother.
Not just today, but everyday,
You are remembered and missed,
My tiniest angel daughter.

Virginia Elizabeth Dwyer grave marker

Happy birthday, Virginia. May today be filled with sunshine and joy. I will always love you.

Do me a favor. Pick up the telephone or get in your car. Tell your child the three most important words you will ever say:

I love you.

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  1. Incredibly moving…

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  2. Hope you’re right as rain soon. And I’m very very sorry for your loss — if I understood the poem correctly. And I do tell my son every single day (phone or text or email) how much I love him. If I somehow forget, I call him back just to say it. So I understand.
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  3. Well, tears are with me while I type, Red…this is so incredibly touching and I am just so sorry your little girl isn’t with you now…this is one time that I can’t find the right words to say…your poem is a beautiful tribute and you are a wonderful Mother…sending more hugs your way..xoxo
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  4. That is very sad when a child never gets a chance to fulfill her potential. Life is very precious, and so short.
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  5. Beautiful…and sad. It made me cry…and I’m off to give my sleeping Chickens some extra hugs and kissed and maybe blessing of tears.

    Thank you for sharing this…..
    Always Love….
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  6. So sorry hun.

    Sometimes words are just not enough.

    RIP Little one.


  7. I am blessed to know you are in my life, blessed Miss V calls me Aunt. Saddened the smallest V is sleeping with angels and we can’t find ways to make her smile, today each day.

    I love you. This was beautiful.
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  8. Dearest Red,
    My love goes out to you and your family’s heartache. Mantra sings a song of loss to you, as only you feel it and can share it with us today. I am grateful for thsi exquisitely sad poem. I cry, with you.


  9. I love you and would heal your pain if i had the power. I am here and blessed you are part of my life, and to know this daughter of yours too through your memories and heart..she is not forgotten.. Beautiful poem..

    Happy Birthday Virginia…
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  10. Oh Red. I’m sorry. Your baby angel surely loved this beautiful poem. You and she touched me deeply this morning.


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