Sarah

Life begins again, right here
Here ... where I feel the
Heat of memory.
The pain came back, last Fall
And the writing choked too,
As had the voice.
All heart-talk focused
Through song & dance
As the pain spread.

No ... this isn't a poem ... it's just me ...
trying to figure out why I feel lonely and
vulnerable and ,perhaps, regain a small
portion of my sanity while exercising
atrophied writing skills.

This morning's memory is of Sarah,
brave and laughing, loyal and fierce,
and a thoughtful friend.

Sarah the sound,
the smell and the touch
the Sarah we all
remember so much
so ... maybe this was
a poem anyway ...
Sarah the poem ...
Happy birthday, today.