Love Is Simple

Loving you is simple

uncomplicated,

like opening my eyes 

no thought invested,

only instinct.

Love is my religion

my rock,
 my roots.

Loving you is simple

like following the smell of  baked cookies

and the stars on a dark night.

Loving you is easy

even on days I question the sanity of it

even on days when my soul is defiant

and seeks to be free

but never of you.

Loving you,

it's a hunger that must be fed

it's a road I must travel on

it's a light that shows me the way.

Loving you 

brings me home

makes me better
Lets me dream. 



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Escape

Let me run in the rain

with joyful abandon,

like a child

with a sense of anticipation and wonder.

Let me jump into puddles

with my red shinny boots.

Let me taste the rain,

the way I've tasted your tears.

If you see me run,

don't follow,

let me.

I will return,

when I have weathered the storms,

when I have read the tides,

when I have made a seaweed skirt,

and I have plowed my toes into the sand.

Let me escape

so I can be found,

for my soul hungers for peace,

for my soul hungers for more discoveries,

for my soul will always hunger for you. 

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You

I watch the bird dipping

into the dark green leaves

filled with raindrops,

tipping her head back to let

the water run down.

My eyes follow her,

the way my eyes drink you

across the room,

on a grey day

when the world remains outside.

Under our roof,

the walls witness
love and fire,
you and I
in our ordinary
magical life.
Remember that I love you,
I would put you in the green pastures
so you can frolic with the deers .
I would give you wings to fly
over the ocean that you love.
I would let the smells of the earth enter
our window and put mint leaves in your tea
and berries on your plate,
because I love you.
I want to give you all of me,
I don't know what tomorrow will
bring,
so I love you today.


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For Mom

On Mother's Day,
flowers will be given,
hallmark cards will be read,
children will make breakfast for moms
well deserved.
I will think of you,

under the sand ,

under the stone we erected,

announcing to the world that

you were a great wife,

mother,

grandmother,

great grandmother.

A throphy for all your sleepless nights,

and heartache.

I placed a heart 

shaped stone

 in your grave

before they covered you.

I cried, my heart broken.

Life is fleeting you said,

surround yourself with beauty you said.

You gave love with warm kisses,

and embraces,

sweet words.

You were flawed,

but beautiful.

Fragile but powerful.

I believed in miracles,

I believed that you would go on,

that you would overcome the heartbreak,

of losing the love of your life.

In the rehab room,

you saw him even though he was gone,

you saw him smile.

You no longer cared about life,

I tried to awaken your spirit but

your eyes were vacant

with only endless sadness

that invaded your being. 

He was your other half,

he was your life.

I saw you wither,

I saw you disappear in front of me.

I fed you orange pudding,

the way you fed me when I was a child.

You followed me with your eyes,

but you no longer smiled,

the stars had disappeared from your eyes.

You melted into the bed,

and my words could not move you nor lift

your spirit.

I didn't want to let you go,

I didn't want to say goodbye.

When you took your last breath,

my heart stopped,

my pain raw and unbearable.

I hold you in my heart,

I wear the wedding ring my father gave you,

I hold you in my dreams,

and every day I think of you,

I miss you so.

This is dedicated to my mom. She lost her will to live when my father died. They were together for almost sixty years. I miss them both every day. My father passed away on Mother's Day, so Mother's Day will never be the same for me. I have gratitude in my heart that I had good parents and I have gratitude in my heart that my children celebrate me on this day. Please meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

Watching From Heaven

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.
Samuel Johnson

Dad,

you would have given me the moon

if you could,

lasso it down and hold it in

your palm to light my way.

You told me tales of horses with

broken spirits,

knowing that mine was one.

You kissed me goodnight thousands

of nights always telling me that you loved me.

You inspired me,

believed in me,

forgave me.

You delighted in my words,

encouraged my abstract thoughts.

You were a giant of a man,

you were always there. 

Dad,

I wish I could find the small Italian restaurant,

on the side street by the Thames river

in London.

The sounds of the city were left outside,

wet we took refuge

from the rain.

We feasted on pasta and roasted chicken,

as if we climbed into one of the

Botticelli paintings we saw that day.

Warm, the colors lifting our spirits.

We were delighted in the moment

and a day filled with beauty.

I want to walk into the past,

and find you there in spirit.

I want to replay our conversation,

the sights and sounds.

I want to sit down

with my dog eared notebook,

and write poetry that you would love,

poetry that you can see from heaven.

Dad,

you loved London,

she seeped into your heart

and claimed it.

You repeated a quote,

"when a man is tired of London,

he is tired of life", 

it resonated in your soul,

because she felt like home.

I want to go to her ,

and breathe her again,

and feel you walk beside me.

I want to go to her,

and find you there in spirit

and know that you are still watching me from where you are

in heaven. 

This is dedicated to my dad. On May 10th it will be five years since he passed away. Since then I have missed him every day and thought of him a hundred times a day. He died suddenly and we never got to say goodbye. So many milestones that he has missed. My brothers, my children, the entire family miss him terribly. My mom joined him a year after he passed. We hope they are sharing eternity together. We miss them both.  Please meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts. 

 

Boston Strong

Morning dawns

with a new promise.

He stretches in his sleep,

as I watch the rain

dancing on my window.

I inhale coffee from a tall cup.

I wake him with a gentle touch

and tender words.

A week ago,

the world shattered for so many.

He has watched and listened

to images of terror,

sadness seeping into his big 

brown eyes.

He felt compassion for 

the lives lost,

for the lives injured.

He felt pride that his brother

is a doctor in this wonderful city.

A week ago our world changed,

the rhythm of the city silenced, 

our flags pressed against our chest.

Our land sighed,

our land ached.

We remember the victims,

smiling from old photographs.

Children kneeling by a candlelight vigil,

mothers holding hands tighter.

We remember the injured,

runners shoes and messages 

hang by Boylston Street.

We are broken yet strong,

hurt but not defeated. 

I hold my son,

I whisper words about goodness,

dark moments that inspire light.

I hold him closer and give him wings of hope

and love,

wanting my words to shelter him from

the storm,

wanting them to warm his soul.

In An Instant-My Heart Is In Boston

I have no answers.
I can't explain the

brutal,

incomprehensible,

deliberate,

cowardly
act.

Words that attempt to capture

an instant when blue skies,

became forever grey.

An iconic race swept away,

turned into blood stained streets.
In an instant,

innocence stolen,

innocence lost.
In an instant,

a perfect day unfolding

into a nightmare.

In an instant lives changed,
families shattered,
a heartbreak

 that scars

 our souls.
 A perfect spring day turned into

bloody chaos,

Humanity at it's worst,

humanity at it's best.
This is America,
we bleed red white and blue.
This is America,
Americans doing what we do best. 

strangers reaching to lend a helping hand,
opening their hearts.

I have no answers,
but rage and raw pain,

 speechless,
I hurt,
for the city I love.

Our thoughts and prayers are with the families of those injured and those that passed away. Yesterday when I turned the news on my heart sank. I was horrified for everyone. I immediately thought of  my son and his girlfriend, they are both doctors living in Boston. The day before the race his girlfriend was down by the finish line and I did not know if she was there or working. I could not get a hold of my son and when his girlfriend text me back I was relieved that she was safe. An hour later I heard my son was okay.  My son was treating people at the hospital, he is an ER doctor. I never imaged that he will have to witness the horrors of terrorism. I was raised in Israel and immigrated when I was 13. In Israel this was a part of our reality but I never thought that my children would experience it as well. After 9/11 our life as Americans changed forever. I dedicate this poem to the people of Boston and their generous spirit. We thank the first responders, police officers and all the doctors and nurses saving lives.

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