a kind tribute
to my little himilayan irish kitty
yeti kennedy
from my compassionate vet’s office
in a perfect circle
he
appeared from the wild
returned to the wild.
—
“trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.”
― karen joy fowler
the littlest yeti
the bravest warrior
the sweetest brother to olive
lived with a disease he valiantly fought
made it to his first birthday
filled with crazy fun and sass
left the earth as suddenly as he appeared
as yetis sometimes do.
—
“all the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
~ havelock ellis
the kinder wondered what happened to the big, old tree they used to play under
it was a good tree
we sat under it when it was hot in the sun and its shade kept us cool
we collected pretty leaves that floated down from it in the fall
it was on a hill and we ran by it in the winter when we were playing in the snow
pieces of it had been falling off for a very long time
we guess that maybe it was very old and very sick and it was getting too tired
the kinder began to put its little pieces back on to decorate it
we hope that in the spring
a new sapling will come up near where the old tree used to stand so tall.
—
“a tree’s wood is also its memoir.”
-hope jahren
my heart goes out to all children, their families, and their teachers
senselessly lost or hurt this week in a just a moment at a local school.
as a mother, grandmother, teacher, and human
i cannot make sense of it.
—
image credit: wild and precious
my heart goes out to all children, their families, and their teachers
senselessly lost or hurt this week in a just a moment at a local school.
as a mother, grandmother, teacher, and human
i cannot make sense of it.
—
image credit: wild and precious
we’ve been friends for over 40 years
at this gathering
following a recent loss
we came to realize
that between the four of us
we have but one surviving birth parent
making us close to all being orphans
we paid tribute
offered gratitude
to those who came before us
with all of their strengths and challenges
for had they not lived
there would be no us
nor our children
nor our grandchildren
nor those yet to come.
—
“the songs of our ancestors are also the songs of our children”
-phillip carr-gomm
Messages at NYC’s Union Square after the 9/11 attack – North Sullivan
—
“it has been said that time heals all wounds. i don’t agree. the wounds remain.
time – the mind, protecting its sanity –
covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens,
but it is never gone.”
-rose kennedy
thank you sarah freligh, for your beautiful poem
in this national poetry month and every month.
Ruth Bader delivers a sermon as camp Rabbi at the age of 15, at Che-Na-Wah camp in Minerva, N.Y. (Photo: Supreme Court of the United States)
I didn't have my glasses on.... 