The lady downstairs
doesn’t know where she is.
She’s standing in her dining room
looking out the window,
but where is that?
Her african violets, tiffany lamps,
fine velvet chairs,
the lovely painting she
created years ago,look
familiar. And did she phone
the doctor to come and talk
or was that yesterday?
Her not knowing is seeping
through the ceiling
into my head as I wait
for your call, so […]
Filed under: Cornelia Hornosty by akublik Date 24 April, 2008
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His life ended
in the midst of our love,
a happy man just seconds before.
I smile and remember,
praise life with him,
connection and all we shared,
thinking of our daughter’s beauty,
many lively exchanges,
an essay on the duality
of human nature:
the grandeur and misery
in us all,
We had thorny choices
to make,
whether to buy a home,
write a thesis,
proceed with surgery.
Or go fishing,
gaze at […]
Filed under: Cornelia Hornosty by akublik Date 21 April, 2008
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