Jennifer Marie MacDonald December 6, 1977 - January 30, 2000 Bird On The Wire Like a bird on the wire, Like a worm on a hook, If I, if I have been unkind, Like a baby, stillborn, But I swear by this song I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, Oh like a bird on the wire, From Jennifer's last letter to her father - September 10, 1999. top photo taken at Boston, Massachusetts - June 1996
Leonard Cohen
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons
for thee.
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
her last photo - July 14, 1999 at Newport Beach, California
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Waldron H. Leard