Missing Nana
I'm in the decade before the decade
she left the world, and my world....
The world did not mark it,
the world did not miss her
(any more than it will miss me)
but my world does--my world of
sun-gold and ocean-blue, my own
little world reading books while
sitting like a happy little king on
the porch of my grandparents' old
house on the bay at Ocean City....
I read in gentle sunshine, I read
while breathing pure ocean air
and sometimes smelling a cake
baking in Nana's kitchen and
knowing I was safe, sure, alive....
I'm in the decade before the decade
my Nana left the world, and as I near
the time when--God willing-- I'll be
with her again as the 40 odd years since
she left my world compress: smaller and
smaller time itself becomes, and freer
and freer is my once lost soul....
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