apart again

She is home safe: Happy as a lark after being embraced by children and grandchildren.

The pond stands. It is not still, yet, it is mighty in it's power to keep us apart.

Today, I clean, make things orderly. I'll put away the scrabble board which remained on the table in constant use. The battles we waged! The laughter! The flight to the dictionary to disapprove of a Latin word which Webster ultimately allowed.

I slept soundly.

We don't know when we will be together again. It was a month of bliss, humor, ordinary life, shopping. Hugging..........

I feel renewed, yet, I look around me.........there is too much space.

alone again

She thinks upon
the memory
of the warm
enclosure

the chasm
of
perpetual
regeneration

the velvet
mantled
tree
of life

though
possessed of
honored years
she remains
the neophyte

resigned to
the task
of waiting
for transition

yet
waiting
is not death
but a time
of self-renewal

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