Childless, when you wished for a family
a husband, children, home
words we create through history to mean
fixtures, permanence, notions of …
you had to find another way
and girl, you did
your home was the universe
animals, nature, flowers, mountain tops
your children were the universe
we listened, we grew, we thrived
on your journey you took us
we loved you for that
we loved you in radiance and bloom
you, you, you
who had not the chance of typical things
nor the freedom, nor the fairness
often my heart ached for this
till you would say: Appreciate what remains
do not give up
and we wouldn’t, none of us, near or far
we held onto you like stars catching stars
in a velvet universe calling for you
I didn’t want you to go
you’re never ready for losing
but go you went finally
a gentle radiance
a loss where you had stood
as if brightness could never be quite as bright
yet we were transfixed
by the candle in our window
it flickered as if a strong wind caught its tail
and then casting the room in its glow
just as you did, just as you did
it extinguished and we had to go on
without you and with you within us now
for love refuses to end
just as you, reminded me
hold hope in your heart
stay in laughter, stay in sunlight
find joy in the smallest thing
fight even when you cannot
never give up, we’re in this
forever.
yehi zichra baruch
yehi zichra baruch
yehi zichra baruch
Cordelia’s final book Well Done Me is for sale via Amazon.
Eloquent. And sad. I’m sorry for your loss…
And I just checked out the Amazon link to her Bio- wow, what a warrior woman she was hey!?
Beauty
Beyond that, words are failing me
This looks like a really sensitive tribute