Rosie Huart

A few months ago I lost a very dear friend.  He was shot and killed by his stepfather.  I wrote a poem honoring him and trying to put some closure on his life that came to such a violent ending.

I digitally printed the poem and collaged it onto a painting.  A few months ago it was accepted in

an art exhibition.  I decided then I would give it to his mother.  I was able to that.

The poem is titled I Think—You, Therefore, You Are.  

I paid you homage today. 

I went to the garden and found you

in the diamond dew on the wispy fern.

There—you glistened

in the sunlight.

I caught you

Dancing

with butterflies and

doing somersaults in the air.

Throughout the yard

I saw you shimmer.

Even my hand

had your sparkle on it.

I smelled you

in the fragrance surrounding me.

I invited you

into the silence.

I heard you

call my name in the murmur of the crickets and birds.

I think—you.

Therefore, you are.