There's Room At The Cross...
i walked into the Solarium and met a
96 year old former piano teacher.
She played beautifully.
Sunday mornings can be peaceful,
when one is not dreaming of pureed
Andrea the nurse was my morning
Angel. She called me twice at least.
And i went over as fast as my feet
Plus+, it's only a block away. And
i know the drill.
There's a Prayer that goes,"LORD,
protect me from my well=meaning
Relatives." I strongly suspect that the
Matriarch said that Prayer each and
every Time i showed up at her bedside.
On both good & bad days. Yet, she
never made a fierce complaint against
me directly---it would've grinded her
natural grace and bloodily pierced my
Fair attentif Aspect. We held each
other at arm's length, out of a certain
mutual respect. But Love was there.
Rose Mary called and said,"Well, now
I have to be the funny/crasy one."
And i replied."You are nearly half=way
there." The blood of Hane's blood
attended her well & fully.
The Days are come upon to tell Great
stories of the rheumatic girl from
Framingham! Whose five children are
no less miracles of the shared love of
Brilliant scientists best met @ MIT.
And everything natural which progressed
of their especial union. MAC is holding
her fast from here to the past...their
Love reunited on vapourous planes^
i would grieve that which i cannot
Celebrate~~but i dasn't sully that fine
Example of what they showed me...
That Love is All & there really isn't any
Death or Parting. Just a pause in
perfect meeting; today they are met to
reinforce the Message.
i am glad of the music of the Solarium.
i am glad of Angels who know how to
puree potato chips. And i am especial
Happy that grief is short & passing,
but Love and Forebearance are both
strong and long=lasting.
Remember, then, your own fair Mother
who taught you all the same exact
things. They Orphan us Not.