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”Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler...”        — Robert Frost THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

YELLOW WOOD

there was the coworker’s hangup,
   the incessant line,
      the deathroom imagery —
i did not see the ugly parts
but i live the yellow wood,
not only my facts.

lately my face in the mirror morphs into relatives,
even in my dreams, as if it was all natural.
the eyes, cheeks sunken in, sharp chin of a heart
— i’m seeing the dead
                    and the sick,
also me with my wrinkles and grays.

i look outside my blue windows,
wanting the life that was so lively last year.
i see the same leaves, crisp and broken
but there’s a sadness this Fall
and a wondering —
will life restart…

i live for what energizes me —
the communion of song in the sanctuary.
i cling to every note that touches
                           the hem of Jesus
             and mercy of his cross,
salvation and life everlasting.

my husband and i, side by side,
the apples of our eyes — our children;
and grandchildren on my lap,
on the phone or perpetually on my mind,
                                 in my prayers
         in my hope and blessing;
their voices and snapshots, gold.

longing for the retelling of the past.
i see it, within my grasp —
to tell me who or what i am.
this generation may not care,
but i care, with a deep longing
to share, not living in the past
but coloring the present;
the mind has unlimited fare.

11/16/2020

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