In Memoriam to My Chinese Waterlilly
Today my Chinese Waterlily keeled over
Suddenly dead at twenty-five
A first anniversary gift from my husband.
In stunned silence I mourn
For a light that is no more
And for a minute that seems like seven days
I mourn beloved ones and others who are no more.
Lost in the symbolism of this absurd moment
My own passing visions itself before my eyes
I visit my children in their shivah
And as our feelings of sadness and sorrow
Intermingle between our solitudes
My own passing visions itself before my eyes
I visit my children in their shivah
And as our feelings of sadness and sorrow
Intermingle between our solitudes
A question begs my here–and–now awareness
“Why are you mourning your own passing
when you will be beyond feeling?”
“Why are you mourning your own passing
when you will be beyond feeling?”
Perhaps that is the essence of a mother’s love
Wishing to protect her children
From all unpleasantness and hurt
Forever and eternity.
From all unpleasantness and hurt
Forever and eternity.
They are alive and doing well.
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