lynne haselgrove, a beautiful and sensational friend, died before her 21st birthday in a car accident in Australia. I dedicate these poems to her. She lived every day to its fullest. I'll love her always, linds
she, our morning view

this isn't supposed to happen
this isn't what we planned
a friend forever,
connecting others,
across time and distance's cruel quicksand

sweet smiles lent for all days
to all who knew her,
grace, simply caught up
in laughing eyes, in kind-hearted thoughts

how? why? eternity's sky
could never tell the truth
could never justify
why she had to go
someone so vibrant,
              so dazzling bright
she never slowed

and we all have busy lives
giving worth to our days
but what's the point in not taking the time
to take in the morning view?
to call on old friend
to see what's new?

and what's the point
in always looking for something better,
                              something bigger,
than yesterday?
what's the use in looking forward
to the next season,
the next rhyme
when the one you got is perfect,
so perfectly fine?

she was perfection's wonder
tops in all our lives
she was a spark to create us all
unite us as friends forever, the indispensable tether
until the fall


our sunflower

you know i always thought
friends forever and a day
since that initial smile and glance my way
there was always a step ahead of us to take

you looked just like love
pure and simple, sweeping into my room
you ignited the casual into the personal
linked the shining sun to the southern stars to the moon

sticky australian mid-afternoons
never a cloud to be seen
when you were taking it
taking it all in
on a rooftop
when you had a song to sing

i was there, once, with you
soaring past summer's blue
tinged-sky, now you fly
faster, higher above our chaotic lives

an angel you always were
an angel you've become
i know grace caught you up
and you're now floating
above the chaos
(but i wish for just a moment
you'd come back down)

i wouldn't trade my time with you
for anything or more
you were my southern cross, such passion and love
i stand in awe
of who you are
- a perfect friend, floormate,
              sister, daughter

your innocent joy still penetrates my life
your steadfast compassion
your hazel-flavoured laughter
i know i've never cried so hard
as i've cried for you tonight
i search for you now,
my sunflower,
in the twinkling nightsky

for lynne, october 2002
you never let oceans throw waves upon us
you always let your heart be your guide
your ability to listen amazed me
i admired the respect and encouragement you gave

and i'll never forget your song, your laughter
or what matters to you most
your family and friends
You kept us all as one
a solid interlocking network of love

the fact that i adore you
is mine alone to take,
locked away,
in my heart, in every tear
where you'll always be with me,
and always be near

you, soft-spoken honesty
kept my ideas on their toes
inspired that dream
- or plenty -
which then became part of me

you were the sun for all whom you knew
god, what are we ever going to do without our sunshine, without you?

for lynne,
love always,
linds
now i'm just gonna sit here
all quiet, quietly being
colour-coding my life
from my colourful old couch
into the confusing and the mad,
      the insane and the sad
tears drop for all the memories of you in between  

now where's the mercy
where's the sense
in taking away the morning view
of the most beautiful, beautiful of girls?

you were spectacular, sweetie,
a spunky-alert dance machine
you skipped down our b floor base
relating the juicy tales of last night's brizzie chase

you always had time for us,
no schedule to abide
whenever our uni doors were open,
you slipped like a fish inside

"hey ladies!" and "how you going?!"
followed by a series of engaging lines
opened our hearts to you,
to your melody
your imagination twirled
us around and 'round your sensational pinky