My sister Jasmine Lamb and I published a book in 2008 entitled "Outside the Garden" containing a collection of her poems with my paintings of her sleeping and resting.
Outside the Garden
Eve, as eyelids trembled open, lay
Awake, took in and let go air, without.
It seemed, in the sometime of night, the part
Of her that felt, that pulsed, had gone away
And left within a dullness and slight ache,
As if she were a fruit begun to rot.
Beside her Adam slept. She did not want
Nor not want him. She felt him stir awake
But didn’t turn to face him. Birds in their
First song of day existed, with the breeze
Against her cheek, in another world, apart
From her, and she could only look upon it
Through clouded eyes and faintly hope that she’s
Not going mad but simply lost somewhere.