From envy a vicarious dream repeats
Each autumn as the sunshine cools
Happiness that once shone bright grows dim;
My mind takes over for her Chance—unleashed.

Thirty three years have passed yet she remains
A part of me, and full of looks like me,
Blue, new skies of Fall, the air is clear
And sharp; I watch my breath as clouds break through

Great peaks—this mountain journey continues,
Linger heavy thoughts of her life; she’s free!
Like birds, my daughter soars inside my heart,
Her sight and strength in spirit, I do weep,

Another mother-daughter fate it brings,
By nature we will be dear friends again.
I love this season of her temperate birth—
My greatest pain, she fills a crucial role

To be my joy and light this time around.
As I walk perilous steps until my Death,
My lifelong prayer that mine will come before
And she will be the last to know what’s best.