O Catharine, my Catharine...where did you go?
Your mama is waiting, and waiting
too slow; is time without you
My angel cried to see it so -
bereft of joy to know you’re near
a’side my head
Too slow, too slow; come back to me
so we can sing together our song
long lost and find it
I find my way without you is too steep, too steep
We can hope together by the rainbow, I know
You at one end, me at the other
along it we shall meet
once again
Amy Whittlesey O’Neill
October 4, 2003
Written on Catharine’s
10th birthday. She is in Wyoming
with her father.
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