Let them say she seemed to slowly disappear and we did not know her in her later years.

Let them say she stood up for them when they needed a strong one to be there.

Let them say she tried to care but didn’t quite know how.

Let them say she let others shine bright and preferred not to compete.

Let them say she learned and tried and in the end gave up.

Let them say she enjoyed the sunrise and the sunset.

Let them say she never seemed to like herself very much but encourage others to love themselves as they are.

Let them say she was once a daughter and a mother and a wife and a person who insisted we are all one.

Let them say she went along for the ride and laughed and sang and danced and cried.

Let them say she wanted to move on with joy and encourage all to treat all with kindness.

Let them say she loved to fill the page with words.

— Wendy Who Walks with Wildflowers

Over there where the kids’ section

rolls along like a song in the daily sunshine

disjointed colors sounding still

against the stillness

overwhelmed with sadness

of love and hope

On the slanted songe we whisper

to hang on and know

there is a calm river

to transport us to the underworld

The party down under

– Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Quiet noise rumbles past
startling the wildebeast
be that may go by and by
belonging nowhere feeling all
peace, tranquility buzzes by
remembrance of a lonely man
in a long forgotten time

Stretch the expansion
filled with trembling wonder
peering here
not there
and welcoming the eyes so kind.

We see, we know, we also might glow
and in the frontiers of kindness
may we find another and another
see them as they are,
just so.
Envelope the kindness
and wish them well.

For the children may not know the care–
only the dare.
Dare not ask for it shall not be
wait, wait my dear for it is clear
you are the wonder
and the ever sparkling continuum
of everlasting, undefined brilliance
of graceful knowing.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

In the swirling
etheric nothingness
retains a peaceful dwelling
of urchins once sad.

Twinkle twinkle little star
swing, sing loud and clear
next to the garden sown with sorrow.

Hiding in the crumbling teepee
she sat so still
there could only be
angels coming near.

– Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Emerald green
the name is seen
calmly hovering in the sky
looking east then west
where does it go and why?
Questions linger and we are but still
even if the dark instills
numbers counting ever crying
we need to say no,
feel sad,
be quiet,
be still.

Strong stand the branches
Deep dive the roots
Gentle the manner
Waiting, waiting
for her gentle song
the gift so loving
the receipt so longing
See the waiting surprise my dear
for we are with you
and always near.

– A message from the trees

As I sit here
enjoying tea
thinking about you and me
Why do the stars stay in the sky
I know not why
Perhaps to be and be
Not to shine but to dance and sparkle
And when we see them
They see us
And in the beginning
We were all dust

One day, long ago,
I thought I lost my daughter.
And then she appeared in the sky
And again as an angel
And again
And again
And again.

She taught me so much
about here now and after.

Loss is a gift
and will be forever.

For nothing truly disappears.
It simply takes a different form
and blesses us all if we allow it.

Stay open even with your eyes closed
for when our eyes are closed
is when we truly see.