Ghosts

 

Ghosts

Trees try to make a stand

trapped by the water from the land

Ice sentries advance 

there is no chance

there is no escape

Trees no longer stand

last in the battle

between the water and the land 

Mother Nature

 

Mother Nature

Mother Nature's come to play

She uses tricks to have her way

She's trying hard to blow us all away

Best let her claim victory for today,

stay quiet, indoors and out of her way.

Garden

Garden 

Here we both are

in the fading light,

a mother and daughter,

a gardeners delight.

The flowers unplanted,  

the grass not yet grown. 

 the gardens been turned, seeds waiting to be sewn.

You play with your  ball, or dig in the dirt, 

and I sit

and I watch 

 and hope for you good things from this planet earth.

And when you are grown, with a life of your own, 

please think of me when ,

in the fading light, 

you sit as I now sit 

in a garden at night. 

Nancy

Nancy

January 15, 1956 - June 15, 2022

  Anyone who knew Nancy or anyone who knew of Nancy knows she lived her life in superlatives.

 

  She saw everyone through the prism of her own daily struggles and her own genius  

No matter what you shared with her, from the perils of driving to work in the snow, to solving how to arrange furniture in a small space it was reflected back to you in  brilliant colors of how incredible a job you'd done. 

Nothing in Nancy's world was mundane. No one in Nancy's world was mundane.  All of us were amazing people, brilliant in our own way and she was happy we could share our insights with her.  I do not know if she knew it was not our brilliance being shared with her but her brilliance, and her  resilience, being reflected back at her.

She loved her brother Philip. She loved her sister Valerie. She often told me how very ,very pleased she was that they cared so much for her and took such good care of  her.  She worried that they were going to exhaust themselves traveling to advocate for her as much as they did but she was glad that when she was too tired to talk to a doctor or when medical staff disregarded her input into her own care ,she could rely on them. 

   She was generous, always.

 Generous with money when she had it, generous with time, generous with praise and generous with sharing her talents - writing resumes for 67 plus people she encountered during her years in nursing homes.

   There are two things she desperately wanted to still do in this life; one was to get back to Brooklyn and see her beloved Bea again and the other was to go back to Saratoga.

 I believe she will find a way to do both now that she’s not encumbered with a body that does not work.

  

  She loved horse racing , she loved learning as much as she could about a horse and placing that bet and collecting that win.  She always hoped to return to Saratoga and now she can.  If you're at the track this summer don't be surprised when in the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of Nancy , sipping a martini  with a twist, .  cheering her horse to that finish line

Nancy

January 15, 1956 - June 15, 2022

Covid 

Shame

 

I am

your shame

a living

ghost

from

your

unnamed past 

Kittens

 tape dispenser = toy

dish = toy

door = toy

wall = toy

extension cord = toy

blankets = toy

shoes = toy

shoe laces = toy

blanket = toy

card board = toy

card box, plastic box, wooden box = toy

toes = toy

fingers = toy

drapes = toy

chair = toy

carpet, yoga mat, suitcase, closet door, straps on shopping bags, pocket books , comb, brush, empty Sheba container /unopened Sheba = toy,toy,toy, toy ............................ toy

everything above, below, along side, seen and un seen = toy

sibling = toy

Momma's tail = toy

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Some days you just need to be reminded