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Here is a poem FrancEyE wrote in 2004 after the abrupt death of her 46-year-old daughter, Skye.
COUNTING
When I was 35, my husband said
"Well, Fran, you're half-way there."
What could he have meant? But though
we didn't subscribe to the bible
what he meant was
3 score and 10 are the years we expect.
He lived 6 extra and I've lived 12 so far
so we owe this daughter
dead at 46
(or I owe her
since he can no longer pay)
6.
I owe her 6.
I may die still in debt. She wants me
to go on. I'll try,
but living this way, living with her gone,
is not quite living. I can grieve, though,
COUNTING
When I was 35, my husband said
"Well, Fran, you're half-way there."
What could he have meant? But though
we didn't subscribe to the bible
what he meant was
3 score and 10 are the years we expect.
He lived 6 extra and I've lived 12 so far
so we owe this daughter
dead at 46
(or I owe her
since he can no longer pay)
6.
I owe her 6.
I may die still in debt. She wants me
to go on. I'll try,
but living this way, living with her gone,
is not quite living. I can grieve, though,
L.A. for less than the price of sunblock. 
