June 18, 2015
Laura J. Wolfe
Another poem to honor the beautiful life of Dorothy.
passing by the coffin
kissing my fingers--touching
your shadow. I tucked my head under
an umbrella--Heaven spilling over
sacred grief for the loss
of your uplifting joy here on earth.
Wet, sloppy drops splashed outside
as we lifted the words, "when sorrows
like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot,
Thou hast taught me to know, it is well,
it is well, with my soul." We laughed
as we remembered watching
a slide show in our memories,
on the screen--a photo of you and Nick,
your wedding day, over sixty years
ago. A lifetime
of loving well, spreading your arms
wide--an invitation extended
to others. Like a mama hen
who gently nudges little chicks
into the fold. I press my fingers
on the floor back home
now, the rain continues widespread
it seeps inside. We use a simmer pump when
the towels no longer sop up
the water, on my knees I reach
in towards the storm
stirring in my heart from another
loss felt drumming as thunder
shakes me awake to living
in the presence of today.
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