“She is so strong,” The echo came From one nurse to Next, always the same. From long blood and Lines of strength she Came. Bringing the flood And a spirit so free. My beauty, my girl, My Arrie-Marie
Surgery Song
The Weight of Emptiness
For the call that never comes, For the apology less than sincere, For distance “un”broke, I carry a weight. For the words unsaid, For the dream not chased, For the word I spoke, I carry a weight. What comfortably, strangling heaviness This absence constrains.
Lost and Found
“Oh hey there.” I felt myself say.Smiling in recognition,Sighing in relief.I found Joy on the steps to Swami’s,Never knowing I had let Her go.
