rough wild vanilla

"Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away." That's the
Elegant
Loving way the Puritans put it -
Elongating the praise,
Not eliminating it:
That's the
Least
Effortful way to say: I love you;
See me; save me;
Sojourn with me.

I
Need to hear that
Caring, to catch the edge of that
Remote, peace-filled regard: it gives me hope: it
Enables
Me to think that there is love - there IS -
Even though I sometimes forget that fact. It armors me. Especially
Now, these particular days,
Thinking my way up to the October
Anniversary of that singular, unrecognized
Loss.
I confess: despite the expectation that grief should obey a timeclock, I
Still miss her: irreplaceable, unforgettable:
Mom.