Fly, my spirit daughter,
fly to the heights of heaven,
Fly throughout God’s universe,
Converse with other souls of light,
Use your powers to help us here,
There are things we do not understand,
Worlds we cannot see,
You now fly with the ancestors,
Blessed be, blessed be.
cfblack, 11-23-25
I write things down that I’ve done each day,
so that I know
I accomplished something.
Season 5, Only Murders in the Building,
Martin Short’s narcissism and
Steve Martin’s cooky-ness
make me laugh.
2-mile walk,
note houses for sale,
heat up tuna casserole,
very little reading,
avoided composing final reviews,
felt overwhelmed with life
laid down, twice today,
closing my eyes, I think of you,
and cry,
while my husband watches loud TV shows on his laptop
in the living room,
for the entire day.
cfblack 11-7-25
People ask us how we’re doing.
Honest answer, we’re struggling,
all of us, every day, every minute, in every way.
We miss you, we love you,
it is natural to grieve.
Your parents, your sister, your brothers, your kids,
your goddaughter, your cousins,
your coworkers and friends.
We all struggle every day,
but we’re okay. We have to be.
You filled this world with so much love,
You called your boys to check on them,
I turn to God,
I feel your spirit,
You are with us every day,
We whisper to you
but won’t hear back,
and yet, you are there,
you are everywhere.
You are in everything we do,
Every day we send our love to you.
cfblack, 10-29-25
Jasmine age 16, photography class
Yesterday, on the windshield of your car,
our car, the one we inherited from you,
a tiny grasshopper appeared,
light green baby, sitting there,
as I drove to the store.
a symbol of life between us.
I would see them in your yard,
after you passed,
not something we see every day anymore,
like I used to see them as a kid.
A sign of life, a symbol, and I like to think,
from you.
It is you saying, “Care for the earth,
all signs of life, everywhere.
Each life is precious, even grasshoppers,
care for all the living things.”
A friend of mine wrote a poem for you,
‘I see you galavanting through galaxies,
a grasshopper clinging … to your hand…
She dwells with the stars, tethered to God,
with an emerald green grasshopper
strapped by her side.’
I whisper to you in the car,
“I love you, I miss you.”
I see you too, green grasshopper,
all life is connected,
ours, with tiny living things,
and other worlds beyond.
cfblack, 10-20-25
When I take time
to take you in, again,
to feel your spirit,
to see your smile,
and realize that part of you
I cannot stop the tears.
Oh how I miss you,
my Spirit daughter,
jasmine flower,
unique, precious, sensitive, fragile,
strong, powerful, courageous and light,
life-giving, happiest in the clouds,
seeing God’s majesty,
one with the Universe,
all the joy that was yours came through.
We miss you, oh dear daughter of Light,
Fly, Fly oh so High,
to all the worlds of God,
When I come through to where you are,
Take me with you, flying side by side.
Thank you, Lord, for this day,
Keep my negative thoughts at bay,
when heart is heavy for missing her,
help me to know You walk with her,
when my eyes well up with tears,
help me to know, her spirit is near,
Love is eternal, Love is real,
Love is really all there is.
cfblack, 9-7-25
The soul sometimes knows
what the mind does not,
There were many signs,
You had started to make a will
but never got it done,
You took your sister to Hawaii,
a place of your dreams,
You took us on pilgrimage
to Haifa, Israel,
You asked your dad what he wanted
for this year’s Fathers Day,
You said you missed his parents,
would like to visit them,
only two weeks later
you would do just that,
and fly to the worlds beyond.
A baby in the womb cannot imagine this life,
just as we don’t understand where you are,
Our hearts rest in the promise we will see you again,
that love is an eternal bond.
cfblack, 8-4-25
Grief. Grief is a long journey.
It has many faces, each one different.
Each one real. Each one, your own.
No matter what you’re feeling,
that’s what you’re feeling.
“Wherever you go, there you are.”
We are the ones still here,
the ones missing her,
the ones left behind,
the ones coming to terms.
And in our society, we don’t DO grief well.
We are not comfortable with death in general,
even though every one of us — loses someone,
and has to cope with loss.
One day at a time,
one step at a time,
one morning at a time,
one night.
We can talk about it,
write a poem,
pray for her,
paint a picture,
do things in her honor,
talk to a friend,
share memories,
do something for someone else,
It is a long journey,
it never ends,
at least, not until you see her again,
but here we are, it is okay to feel
whatever way, today, you feel.
Some days you put one foot in front of the other,
you don’t get done all you wanted to do,
you lie on the couch, just think about her,
give yourself some time for you,
Take a breath, breathe in,
let it out, release your fears,
release your worries and all the sorrow,
sleep again, wake up tomorrow.
cfblack, 7-16-25
Spirit daughter,
Daughter of light,
I feel your spirit
throughout the night,
Throughout this time of grief and sadness,
you are there, I am aware.
I feel you, your whole being,
all the woman that you were,
You had come into your own,
now you are flying
freer than free,
throughout the heavens,
on a new path,
a new creation that never fades,
You will always be with me,
Gratitude mingles with tears.
cfblack, 7-13-25
I think through those last seconds of your life,
that no one wants to think about.
I NEED to think through them, feel them, know them,
because I know you, and you were strong.
You were SO brave, this was your passion.
You were happiest in the clouds,
You knew the risks! studied day and night,
took classes, learned from others,
bought altimeters, your own parachute,
and you loved to watch others land.
We still don’t know exact circumstances,
You were making your descent,
you and another got too close,
your parachutes entangled.
“Don’t delay, cut away,” you cut away your parachute,
the other diver’s chute inflated, your reserve did not,
A freefall from 800 feet
takes 6 seconds to the ground,
This is all the time you had,
as you fell into the arms of God.
Six seconds of descent,
six seconds of lift and flight,
God carried you gently, through the doorway
to new worlds of grace, and light.
cfblack, 7-12-25
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