Francis would have been 49 years old tomorrow...He died in 1989 but I wrote this poem at a workshop in Boston in 1998.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
The world is afloat in mourning light...?
There is a light in mourning.
That "aha" experience comes to all
But at different times.
You led me through the valley of the shadow,
that I no longer fear.
The mourning light dawned for me in my last years.
The gates of freedom opened wide.
That, my birthday boy, was your gift to me.
Your life and your death are valued.
Through the dew and gossamer of grief
I was able to see clearly.
I would not have found life
Without your death.
Happy Birthday and thank you for this life.
mom