My poetry has meant a lot to me in recent months. It has pulled me through the roughest events I have ever gone through. In nine months or less I have lost my mother in law, one of my best friends, DRE, my father's best friend, my husband's grandmother, my great uncle and my paternal grandmother. There were three that hurt me the most, and those were my mother-in-law, my dear friend DRE and my grandmother whose wonderful laughter and twinkling eyes will be something I will miss for the rest of my life. That's the thing I will miss the most, the laughter from each of these people. I posted a photograph of the poem I wrote for my grandmother's memorial service, which I could not attend for monetary and family reasons. It would have been today at 3:30EDT. In place of being there, I pulled out my grandmother's ever faithful letters I have collected over the years. I read each and every precious word, no matter the subject behind the letters. In several of her letters she told me how pleased she was that I had turned toward my spiritual side and embraced the ministry she knew was as much part of me as it was a part of her. So this is a salute to ancient wisdom, may my Grandmother Reverend Martha W. S. Newman and her uncanny wisdom remain a part of my heart and soul for the rest of my life.
Laura
BTW, the photo with my grandmother's poem A Single Tear, was one taken on my wedding day, which she officiated, 16 years ago this December.
The three pieces I have posted were for Chanukkah for DRE and his wife, DRE may he rest in peace, and for my Grandma Martha, may she too rest in peace.
Laura
BTW, the photo with my grandmother's poem A Single Tear, was one taken on my wedding day, which she officiated, 16 years ago this December.
The three pieces I have posted were for Chanukkah for DRE and his wife, DRE may he rest in peace, and for my Grandma Martha, may she too rest in peace.