O Gretchen, Wherever You Are Poem by Lucius Furius

I remember how you used to care for the flowers
and arrange the vegetables at the stand.
How carefully you drove the tractor.

I remember you coming out of a cornfield at dawn,
soaked with the dew, laboring under your basket.

All the tiny things you looked after -
kittens and toads.

And the strange foods you gave us!

O Gretchen, wherever you are,
I hope you've found peace.

How did you live in that harsh world?
Where did you hide your fragile spirit?

O Gretchen, wherever you are,
I hope you've found love.