We who choose to surround ourselves with lives more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality.
The Once Again Prince – Irving Townsend
Poor, silly girl. You are but following
The road your sister’s trod before,
Your childhood now forever lost,
The Starry, Rosey land of dreams -No more.
Why did you throw the “child” away so soon?
“Twas the mantle to hide your tender heart.
You reached towards a “womans’ world”
Before you knew what it contained.
You only knew the beating of your heart,
And not the strengths a woman needs,
To deal with that charming beast – the male:
Protected not against his selfish heart.
Where was that other woman,
The one who once did cradle you?
To teach you of yourself, and give you strength,
Before you started on the road of “No Return”
Did she not know of what she owed?
Forgot the startings of her womanhood,
Or did not have the strength herself,
To share the secret knowledge we have.
Each tear you shed, is echoed within us all,
And perhaps there is no preparation that can
soften that moment, small or large,
When girldhood’s soul is left behind , and,
you join the “Women’s Domain”.
“Sylvia O Robinson 1937-1995”
You held my hand and showed me the wonder of the world
how blue the sky was, how fun it was to swing SO HIGH
You held my hand when no one else was there
and made me feel ok with the decision i had to make.
You held my hand when I got married
and made sure I didn’t fall when I almost fainted
You held my hand when we gave mom’s ashes to the sea
on the way to Alaska, where you two had planned to go.
You held my hand as a peace came over you
as you breathed you last breath and your hand slipped from mine.
for Ralph 1935 – 1999