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- absence of light
dream twelve years later
dream of waiting for my husband
to drive home in his huge log truck
so real, the worry, the longing
to hold him safe
but when he came a great niece
and her husband came so he needed
to tend to them and our moment
put aside, but he saw my smile
i know better
knowing myself unworthy
i find it hard to accept gifts
even the gifts of love and caring
friends and family bestow
but they are hurt when i protest
that i am aware of my shortcomings
my pettiness, my mistakes and
the pain my errors of arrogance
have caused them
but i must smile and accept
though my tears sometimes
betray me and i can only say
what i truly mean
in hugs
down that path
sadness overwhelms, lying down
under the weight of chaos
of knowing that without foundation
of adherence to respect and truth
with the inability to communicate
let alone trust
with the acceptance
of ‘alternative facts’ and unsubstantiated accusations
there will be no security of self
yet we rush to go down that path
though we learned where it takes us
only eighty years ago
disgusted with both of us
despicable him
but frustrated me
unable to communicate
my disgust that his treatment
of persons does not disqualify
him from what had been
a high honor
joy of sharing
talk and laughter among friends
who came to share potluck
and the sound of the ocean
masterful orchestration
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
hark! nature’s mastery
of the blend of sound
of all the calls, chirps, growls
grunts and roars in a wilds
few if any overlap in pitch, tone, timing
each communication can be heard
by its others
ah! that humans could learn
their true part
two-and-a-half hour party
poem of family relationtionships
prime time family celebration
two generations only; the next is busy
with their own lives
but we find solace in each other
venting, informing, telling tales on each other
and on ourselves
admitting our vulnerability in laughter
but knowing we are heard