Wild Geese

I have a good friend, a sister, who lost her young brother a few years back.  And then, just before her birthday last year, she lost her mom.

When her brother died, I sent a card, a book, an email, visited with chocolate cake.  But when her mom died, I felt (as she must have on a much more horrific scale) totally without tools to respond.

So today I will offer her something else in the way of comfort, though what comforts one person is never the same for the next.  Still, it's worth a try.  Here are two favorite poets in one, Mary Karr reading "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver.

Two Marys for my friend who lost her Meera.