So, a couple of years ago I wrote this poem.
Anniversary
Laughing I grasp familiar grief
as you hold fast; to laugh with me
you hold fast so a rustling leaf
won’t frighten us along this road.
You intimate the light I’d see
as in an image all too brief,
reflected in a mirrored sea.
So long ago, see stars explode –
laughing I hope to find us free
to love even as all comes to grief.
Laughing I grasp familiar grief
as you hold fast; to laugh with me
you hold fast so a rustling leaf
won’t frighten us along this road.
You intimate the light I’d see
as in an image all too brief,
reflected in a mirrored sea.
So long ago, see stars explode –
laughing I hope to find us free
to love even as all comes to grief.
My friend, Kirsten Bowen, was kind enough to take this little lyric and work it into a painting, which now hangs on a wall in Lea Ann’s work room. You can find the words as you get closer to the canvass.
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