I've been unable to write or connect with you during the last two months. My husband has been quite ill after a surgery that became infected and attacked his nerves. These have been difficult, nightmarish times, but after two surgeries, he is now recovering, his pain is subsiding and he is home. I know, had I reached out to you, I would have received many good wishes and prayers but I was immobilized by my fears. I am sorry.
During this time, I also had to put my beloved friend, Daisy, to sleep. I am mourning her gentle and loyal presence. How I miss my angelic dog.
|A few weeks before Daisy's departure.|
It is so nice to be writing here again. Life is beginning to normalize. I've missed you. Am looking forward to reading your poetry and resuming one of the things I most enjoy.
To My Husband,
re: Our Blur
There are so many blotchy blurs of memory
We've stored during all these many years.
The latest is already fading
Into the mist that is our past
Someday we'll remember even less
But never will we laugh at the flashbacks
Multifaceted spectrum of suffering
Making us feel helpless, alone
Forgetful of our communion with all humans
Whose lives zig zag just like ours
between degrees of joys and sorrows
I wish, like the enlightened ones,
We could be grateful even for darkness.
But all our gratitude now
Is for the light we're beginning to see
Dispersing our nightmare
Forming a blur.