Sookie Jane

About Me

My name isn't Sookie Jane and I don't like rum. I am Southern and I am turning 40 this year, so like any independent Southern girl, I've decided to try as many new things as I can handle. Hence, this blog, graduate school, writing a children's book, and getting a fiery dragon tattooed across my back. Just kidding about the dragon. Maybe a dragonfly...

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


I'm exhausted from searching for my mother.
All night she evaded me.
I waited for her at home and cried when she didn't come.
I tried phoning her and got someone else.
I walked through the house.
I sat on the floor in her empty bedroom and cried.
I cried all night.
Now I'm tired and sad.
It's been 4 years since she died,
yet I still look for her in my dreams.
I dream that I'm looking for her and can't find her.
I wake up with this heavy sadness,
this ache to see her just one more time.


  1. You are such a good writer, Shari. What a beautiful poem. I wish I could have known your mom.

  2. Shari,
    Your mom was such a sweet person. When I think of her, I always see her smiling. Her name suited her perfectly. Take care, Carol McNair Cuff