"I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts;
a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused."
~ William Wordsworth ~
May 27, every year, marks my sister's Birthday,
but she's no longer here in the flesh
to celebrate and eat cake.
She used to hold her hands together
and blow through her thumbs
to make the call of a
every time I hear one-
which is generally more often than I care to-
I remember her.
Happy Birthday, sister--of-mine,
wherever in this universe
you may now be.
The body dies, but the energy remains.