Memorial Day 1999
I walk to the edge of the water. I have a handful of flowers, red and blue. One is for my daughter, Phaedra, who I know is in God's arms. One is for my Dad's Mom who showed me love. One is for my Mom's Mom who shared my room when she was sick. One is for Anita Williams who shared her Indian spirit with me. And one is for Jesse James Spears, who showed his love for my sons and for Naomi, my neighbor who had the same name as my Mom, Naomi who showed me the beauty within her. One for Peter Guadalupe, who gave me my first son.