We say, “What are words?”
“Words are what?” say we.
Words are what we say.
Words say what we are.
Are we what words say we
are? “What words?” we say.
But for Sydny
(to G. H.)

Knowing you and knowing me
and how hard we both try
not to die,
how did we get so lucky
to continue on for just a while,
if only for a gene or two,
inside the mind, heart, body, soul
of one so bright and good?

What we leave here when we go
might not survive as we intended,
but put it all together now;
we did the best we could,
though no one might ever know,
but for Sydny.

(lines written in her 2nd year, 2002)