21 years ago my dear friend Anna Haze was born, and 2 years ago, she passed away. She was 15 when I first met her. My first YA novel had yet to be published, and she was in the hospital, fighting for her life. I had a good feeling about this passionate, sweet, generous, silly, brave, strong, brilliant, beautiful young lady. She was much more than a fan, much more than a pen pal. During the 4 years I had with her, she shared her poetry, IM’ed with my boys and me, sent silly cards, celebrated not only every book launch but every good review or blog post to pop up on the internet, every touchdown the Broncos made, and the miraculous coming home of Elizabeth Smart. She introduced me to some amazing people, including her grandpa and sister, Kristin, Mubu, Chloe, Chelsea, Lizzie, and Farrah. The Anna Connection is so strong; every one of my friends and family know how very special she was, how even though she passed away, she is and will always be a huge and wonderful part of so many people’s lives. Happy birthday, Sweetie. Just think, now you can drink champagne legally! 🙂
To celebrate Anna’s 21st birthday, I’d like to share a poem she wrote for me when she was 15.
by Anna Haze
Do the faeries have a special love for a daisy?
That simple yet profoundly beautiful flower
that hides them during our cursory inspection
of a field covered with the little white flower.
Do we overlook a field filled with daisies?
Not seeing the individual flower
Being impressed by the magnitude
Of a snow-like covering.
Is that how we see people?
Ignoring the simple, the ordinary
Selecting what we believe is the extraordinary
Only to be mistaken.
There is beauty and grace
in the ordinary —
the responsible loving mother
Who conscientiously goes about her day
Without singular recognition,
Being content in the fact
that she has done a good job.
That her children are safe and growing,
That she has a little time for herself
squeezed into inconvenient moments
when she can think and write
and be grateful.
Can such a beautiful person
Who would make an orchid look plain
Be compared to a simple yet beautiful flower?
Her name is Wendy.
She is my friend and I love her.