Two little girls that delivered me a message from another world: Jenny and Winnie.
How I wish I could have a glimpse from them, just to see them.

Jenny was born on a hot summer's day and we spend all our time together till she died unexpectedly in my arms.
Resuscitation, rushing her to hospital, lots of medication... I was sure her spirit was gone already, as I'd felt it slip away.
She was my second baby and my first girl. She was beautiful and I always remember the blue color of her eyes, because it's reflected in the sky above the lake so often.

Each year your memory is different.
The first years you were a baby, but some years ago you suddenly turned into an older girl.
Nothing I did, just an image entering my mind.

Right now I'm amazed I feel you like you're stretching out your arms to me. Like you're calling me to tell me something.
And it's not even your birthday! It's two days before.
I feel like crying over your lost life. You might have done so many good things for others.

A few minutes after I'd written this, the children called me. It was raining so badly that the garden was overflowing.
Two years ago the same happened and I'd dug a hole in the ground. Later we called it our pond.
So our pond was overflowing and it needed expansion.
And there I was: digging in the garden, thunder and lightening above me, and the trees bending over.

When I went inside I was smiling.