Something I feel compelled to share with all of you.
For those of you who bought my first book “Nocturnes” or follow my blog – you may have read the poem “Fall Just A Little”. This was inspired by a wedding I attended. The bride was terminally ill. She died today and besides sad and sorry for the family and young children, I also feel angry. “Unfair!”, I want to yell….
Rest easy J. You fought long and bravely.
The bride and groom looked at each other
and her voice broke when she said the words
and she fell just a little
because the do us part was already so near
already in the high grass stalking
there is no way to stop a hurricane once it starts
and all the lilac flowers and cake and cards and golden bubbles cannot hold the destruction back
promises made in the dark sometimes only bloom there
a kiss to seal the promise
a promise for all time
but time itself is a thief and steals the moment
steals the roses from her cheeks
leaving lines carved in a face the color of dirty dishwater
and when a fist and cry is raised to heaven
there is only the startling of the birds as reply
and we fall just a little
against each other
and try to…
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