On that night
Of emotional volatility and practicum’s grand finale
I got a sad strike of lightning that tore me apart
Among all else I realized
There is a vast loss impending
And though I cried for far more permanent loss
I cried for you
My beloved daughter Beth
And then back stage
Amidst the shouts of silence
From the stage manager
I saw you
Angelic, resurrected and pretty in pink
Walking gracefully towards the commotion
Which I had unintentionally caused
And all was fixed
I was mended
Just how I always feel seeing those I love right after they die onstage
But this was different
The relief in seeing and hugging
Your effervescent self
It brought me back to life and love and happiness, also
You really are an angel, love
You really are
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