This week I mark the death of a child I know. Nora died yesterday after being diagnosed with cancer almost a year ago. She just turned 17. I knew her mostly when she was in pre-school. She wasn’t in my class, but I knew her. And I watched her grow up, more from a distance, as she went through grade school. I remember best her mischevious smile and her big, loud tears and the bandana she liked to wear back then.
Poetry Friday
Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe hosts Poetry Friday this week. She writes about the Global Climate strike which will happen on September 20 and also about a poetic form she invented–the definito. It’s an 8-12 line poem that defines a less common word and is aimed at 8-12 year old. I will give it a try sometime. But thoughts of Nora and her family fill my mind and heart right now.
A poem about death
When I was in 5th or 6th grade, our teacher had us memorize this poem–
To an Athlete Dying Young
by AE Housman
Saying good-bye to Nora
Part of me can’t believe that she’s gone. It seems so unfair. But I believe that things happen for a reason–and that often (usually!) that reason lies beyond my understanding. I am grateful that I knew Nora. She brought much light and love into the world. And I feel sad about her illness and death–and I grieve for her family and friends. I can’t imagine what they are going through dealing with the long illness and death of this beloved child.
One thing a friend told me was that in her last days, she asked for kindergarten soup. We used to make vegetable soup every week in our EC classes with the children and serve it for snack. I always felt that the soup we made with the children was extra tasty. And it reminded me that we can plant seeds of love and kindness and we never know which ones will take root–or when that will happen. (For more thoughts on kindness, here’s my post on Kindness from Soul Blossoming A to Z
So in honor of Nora, here’s a little haiku:
Kindergarten soup
nourishes body and soul
with vegetables and love.
Kindergarten soup–the recipe
In case you need some vegetables and love, here is my version of the recipe. It was included in a little recipe book that we put together as a Mother’s Day gift for the parents in our class as a gift one year long ago–when Nora was a little girl.
Blessing
For the golden corn and the apples on the trees,
For the golden butter and the honey from the bees.
Fruits and nuts and berries we gather on our way;
We praise our loving Mother Earth
And thank her every day. Hey!
Sustainable Soup
This soup is made with whatever vegetables are seasonal, local and preferably organic.
Starter Vegetables Suggested Vegetables
Onion Green vegetables (such as broccoli)
Minced garlic Leafy greens (such as kale, spinach)
Diced potatoes and carrots
Squash or pumpkin
Optional: a handful or 2 of red lentils, noodles
Melt butter and/or olive oil in a large pot and add onions and garlic, cook until somewhat translucent.
Add the rest of the veggies (and lentils, if using) with enough water to cover them plus a couple more inches, salt to taste, and simmer until all the vegetables are soft (about half an hour). If you want noodles, add them about 20 minutes before serving. The more the children help you, the better it will taste!
Blessings on dear Nora and on her family and friends.
And blessings to all of you, dear ones.
Thanks for stopping by.
xoxo
Your post really resonates with me as I have been noticing my relationship with death and grieving change as I move through various stages of life. I’m so grateful that you got to know Nora and enjoy her. I’m sorry that she’s gone and wish peace for those missing her. What a beautiful post. I think I’ll make a batch of that soup in her and your honor.
Thanks, Linda. I feel like my relationship with death has changed as well. And I am really grateful for getting to know that light-filled child. Hope you enjoy(ed) your soup!
Blessings for Nora and for you, Susan, writing this beautiful memory of Nora and what she loved, and remembered. I am so sorry for your and the family’s loss. I agree, it is not fair.
Thanks, Linda.
I have also observed that same thing about soup made by children, and it is both charming and profound that Nora asked for kindergarten soup in her last days. This week a 17yo neighbor, a family I didn’t know, was killed in a bike accident. These losses make us so aware of our own children, our blessings, our gifts, and how tenuous it all is. Thanks for sharing the Housman poem and your haiku.
Thanks, Heidi. We all know that death comes to all who live. But it’s harder to accept when it’s someone who is so young. Still, as you say, it does help me to remember to be grateful for certainly my own children and for so many other blessings that I enjoy every day.
Blessings to you and Nora’s family. Some things don’t make sense at all, like the death of someone young. I find your post is as nourishing as the kindergarten soup Nora remembered and asked for.
Thanks, Kay.
It is hard to reckon with the death of a child, Susan. Perhaps, Nora’s request for kindergarten soup was her way of traveling back to a time when sickness did not ravage her body. Soup is always comforting. Thanks for sharing your haiku filled with thoughts of love and kindness.
Soup is so comforting–and you could be right. That time in her life was very happy and I’m sure she felt safe and loved. But I know she felt much love through her whole, short life. Even though it was short, she was blessed in many ways-as were those of us who knew her.