Saturday, November 30, 2013


On this Saturday after Thanksgiving, I am grateful for the company
Of my mother, my aunt. Widows all, we put together  leftovers and I
Light three candles:

One for my Dear, who graces my memory.
One for all on this journey, may peace light their path.
One for all

Who have gone before. To my aunt I say: We remember
Them in our hearts. A glass of wine raised to all in grief,
Prayers sent, godspeed.

Friday, November 29, 2013


A day spent with a dear friend, driving the roads where
We came of age, wondering where will we now age,
How, with whom?

Thursday, November 28, 2013


Thanksgiving once again as someone else's holiday.
Don't get me wrong, I was glad to be there, just, still,
Miss our traditions.

Saturday, November 23, 2013


A sweet interlude at a friends' creek side home where
The room I enjoy is called by their son's name
And by mine.

A kindness and welcome, I also bestow on certain guests
Hoping that they are as pleased, warmed as am I
By such recognition.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013


Sometimes I need just to cry, cry, cry
You are gone, and I do not really know how
To go on.

As time moves, as time moves, really
It does little to assuage the loss. How I miss you,
A constant always.

I do my best, Dear, I do, and mostly do well.
Until I remember the sweet moments that so
Filled our days.

Saturday, November 16, 2013


In a beautiful DC synagog, a perfect hall
For music, with two friends I was transported
In marvelous sound.

Monday, November 11, 2013


Amongst the many things we are required to have, 
Licenses for this and that guarded by government,
But not healthcare.

Until now, and much as I welcome it finally coming,
Why oh why, did those in power allow it to be botched
So irritatingly completely?

Sunday, November 10, 2013


The sky overhead is a rainbow bowl, a garlanding band
Reds on the horizon, slipping through yellowy oranges to greeny
Blues, veridian, manganese.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013


Read today words by Guillaume Denoix de Saint Marc, president
de l'Association des familles des victimes de l'attentat
du DC10 d'UTA:

"On est forcement marque a vie par ce type d'histoire, donc on
Ne peut pas la fermer, mais on passe a une autre phase; une phase
Sereine, de reconstruction."

"We are out of necessity marked for life by this type of history,
Therefore we cannot close it, but pass to another phase; a more serene
phase, of reconstruction.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013


"I will wait for you as long as I need to."
Is a phrase past due for you and me.
Where are you

Now? Yours is a different now than is
Mine now. I fear here is no longer
Waiting for us.

If I knew, I would allow in this vast cosmos if
We could meet, yes, but if not? To keep you waiting
Is not fair.

Monday, November 4, 2013


I am here, once again, seated on that bench
You built so I could breathe easier in the
Off river breeze.

But not for sunset, I missed it. For the rising
Of the evening star. Falling back has not been
A change embraced.

I am on the cusp of change, my choice now. Stay,
Go, you have my heart. Mine? Wherever, I have me.
All that is.