Saturday, November 30, 2013

11/30

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

11/29

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

11/28

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

11/23

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

11/20

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

11/16

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

Monday, November 11, 2013

11/11

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

11/10

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

11/6

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

11/5

"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

11/4

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.