Unabashed
It was nearly fifty years ago
that my young love and I
packed up family in the US Midwest
and moved to a farm in Appalachia.
Last night I got the shock
of seeing her face in an obit.
The cascade of memories
still pours this morning.
I’m straddling here and – back there.
I’m young and – oh, that’s right, old.
Physicists tell us all moments in spacetime
go on simultaneously.
All I have to do is move my viewing spot.
Hello hello, to both of us.
You’re still alive, then, aren’t you.
One of the strongest spirits I have known,
you taught me by example
to stand up for myself no matter what.
But your death, my friend,
it seems you were alone.
After all the years of work you did for women,
where was the support for you?
I wish I could have been at your bedside
to hold your hand during the passage.
But you were never one for regrets,
so I’ll hold to your standard, instead.
I celebrate your life instead of mourning,
I raise a glass to what you showed the world:
My friend! Here’s to Love!
Here’s to unabashed insistent Love.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
Thank you Rosemary
I hear you. We, too, have lost a dear one during the holidays. I sang at her memorial service yesterday. I hear that memories are consolation. She will always be close to your heart.
So many touching words Susa ! Special today. 💜. But I read them ALL.
Thanks so much for your work of words to thoughts and love. Barb 💜🎶
Susa: thank you for this poem and remembrances.💜