capacity sanctuary

a sanctuary filled to capacity

to celebrate the life and laughter

of a man given to caring

eases his widow’s pain of loss

when all we can do to truly tell her

that their lives have touched us

is to be there in his honor

bev

whimsical artistry

whose foundation of close observation

is filtered through beauty and compassion

loving dedication

to those who give of themselves

eagerness to help

young souls to find their best selves

warmth, impishness, gentle laughter

in delight of life

            Bev Walker, we miss you

helping heal

so young to contend

with a disease that is robbing

her of sight

and now beloved father’s fight

with cancer lost

holidays have only so much magic

that moments beside Pacific’s turbulent surf enhance

but nothing yet

can heal the wounds

painted ladies

pedicures with painted toes

and massage of aching

calves and arches

giggling between chairs

of mom and two daughters

sharing grief with delight

reminding each other of the joy

that lives even amid the sorrow   

warm and accept

friends do so much

to warm the soul

and ease the emptiness

simply by being there

and accepting where we are

i’m on my feet

i’m on my feet

even answering questions

and working on the play

i am setting up

but i’m empty

and no judge

of the rationality

in what i am doing

drained

drained from loss

after loss

from effort needed

to put up a front

always knowing

incredible blessings

but needing to hide

now

just for a while

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