My name is Aqualynne Carnahan. This past July 8, my beautiful 17-year-old daughter died in her sleep. She had epilepsy and wasn't taking her prescribed medication. She'd been staying with my father in Michigan while getting her GED while I was working in Virginia. She died at her paternal mother's house.

It was a shock to us all. I'd been led to believe by doctors that death by epilepsy was very rare and that it was something that she'd potentially outgrow. Obviously, this did not happen.

I found your website through a Yahoo search. I've been stuck in Michigan these past few months dealing with my father. He became suddenly and terribly ill after my daughter died, and I was the only one who could stay with him. He's doing much better now, but it's been a long road.  I've lost people I thought were friends and learned that some I thought of only as being on the outer edges of my family and social structure were dependable, wonderful human beings.

While going through my own grief and sudden exile from my job and my life, I did find solace in the poetry and articles at your site. I'm heading back to Virginia in just over a week, but I assure you, I'll still be visiting your site often.

Anyway, to get to the point, I've always been an amatuer writer and writing poetry and a short story has helped me a great deal in dealing with my grief. I'm sending you two of the poems that I've written. Feel free to share them. I know reading other's poetry, although heart-rending, has often given me some comfort.

My Faire Fay

Ah, there you go
And you are a rose.
A tiny, little thing dancing on your toes.
Your fly-away locks
Loose, gold-brown hair
Falls softly around a face so delicate-fair.
I see you now.
You spin like a star.
A presence like fireflies caught in a jar.
But I cannot keep you.
I must set you free.
Though I know, that someday, you'll fly back to me.
So, I'll just wait.
I can afford to have patience,
And I'll hold on to your memories as presents.
If I keep my eyes open.
I'll see you again.

Save me some stars

You're in a little boat
And so far away
The water rocks you gently
But not to sleep
Never to sleep
You're in a different world
And so far away
And you collect the stars
But not to keep
Never to keep.

Copyright © 2007 Aqualynne Carnahan. All rights reserved.

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