Kaitlyn’s poetry

Since I so pitifully look for Kaitlyn everywhere, I was looking on line and found a poem and a writing that were published in some publication at Campbell University when she attended there. Kaitlyn always loved to write and poetry. These are sadly prophetic.

This is the first poem:


You know how you lost her:
letter by letter.
The poem of her unlaced;
like a chain of dandelions you whispered to,
blew away their tiny parachutes. Early,
too early. Not even in time to meet the
honey bees.
And some of them flew, found a spring.
Walk through the meadow, dear;
wonder which were yours

Kaitlyn Elkins

Here is the 2nd one, equally prophetic:

Falling into Being

You, you with the clovers in your hair, your braided sun beams.
Flowers and winged things. How you’ll never know the species of them, but you know
them by their colors–their tiny reflected sunlights. You call them cousins by their hues:

this one is robin red, this one is lily white. You touch them with your bluebird eyes.
What is the final truth, then? Is it that they live, that there’s beauty in existing as you

Before the sun had risen, you cupped your hands around your mouth and whispered
to the spiraled bud of a morning glory: why will you bloom? No answer until the
morning, and then it unfurled its petals; its greeting to the day, to a lifetime. You sat
and watched this little being bloom with the magnificence of purpose. It was beautiful
in its silence, in its pride. You gave it the honor of breathing softly, of acknowledging
its vulnerability. You knew it was weaker, less protected as a softly petaled bloom than

as a bud. You saluted its courage.
And when it died in the dusk of fading lights and fading colors, you stood in reverence
as you do at the funeral of a man who lived well. Shed a tear but smiled in acceptance

of a gift you never intended to receive.
And by morning, you had discerned the colors of yourself. You had fallen into being.

Kaitlyn Elkins


About gatito2

My name is Rhonda. I'm a registered nurse, for the last 20 years, that has not been able to work since the day I learned of my daughter's death by suicide 4-12-13. (She actually died 4-11-13 and her body was not found until the 12th) Me and my husband have been married for 32 years and he's a wonderful man. We grieve in different ways. He works, I write. This is my journey through this horrible land of losing a child..
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