Someone told the story about their grandfather’s love for his wife. She passed first from this deadly virus. He passed a few months later from heartbreak. I was so moved and it prompted me to write this poem as a memorial. God bless their souls and may their memories be a blessing. As of today 216,000 people are dead. More than 25,000 more can potentially die if the deaths continue at the rate of 1000 deaths daily by election day. Please vote!
It sits there waiting for him to come back,
He who loved it best
will never return to it again,
to share his joys
in silence, and sometimes
whisper his long held secrets.
Like how he should have let her win the argument
she was so passionate about.
Like how he ate the tofu but he really hated it.
He gave that rocking chair a special purpose.
It rocked him to sleep when he missed her the most,
and could not bare to sleep in the bed they shared for so many years.
It tolerated his snoring when she could not.
It did not complain when he packed his three grandchildren on to it.
More simply known as Rumi, his poetry was mostly written in Persian but popularized in many languages including English. I recently read The Love Poems of Rumi published in the United States in 2015. This collection was translated by world-renowned Iranian-American architect Nader Khalili, who was also an author and humanitarian and teacher.
Before then I had come across some of his poems and quotes which impressed me greatly. The love poems connect expressions of deep emotion to the very soul of the poet. Rumi’s full name is Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī which is a mouth full but I was intrigued why Rumi is most popular. Rumi’s birthday is commemorated on September 30.
These two great singers are among my very favorite singers. Listen and read the lyrics. They always bring me peace.
I pray you’ll be our eyes, And watch us where we go And help us to be wise, In times when we don’t know Let this be our prayer, When we lose our way Lead us to a place, Guide us with your grace To a place where we’ll be safe
La luce che tu dai (the light that you give) I pray we’ll find your light Nel cuore resterà (In my heart it will remain) And hold it in our hearts A ricordarci che (To remind us that) When stars go out each night L’eterna stella sei (You are the eternal star) Nella mia preghiera (In my prayers) Let this be our prayer Quanta fede c’è (How much faith there is) When shadows fill our day Lead us to a place Guide us with your grace Give us faith so we’ll be safe
Sognamo un mondo senza più violenza (We dream of a world with no more violence) Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza (A world of justice and hope) Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino (Everyone lends a hand to their neighbour) Simbolo di pace e di fraternità (A symbol of peace and fraternity)
La forza che ci dai (The strength you give us) We ask that life be kind È il desiderio che (And the desire that) And watch us from above Ognuno trovi amor (Everyone will find love) We hope each soul will find Intorno e dentro a sè (Around and inside themselves) Another soul to love Let this be our prayer Let this be our prayer Just like every child Just like every child
Need to find a place, Guide us with your grace Give us faith so we’ll be safe E la fede che (And the faith that) Hai acceso in noi (You have ignited within us) Sento che ci salverá (I feel that it will save all of us)
Today I learned about two deaths in the family. One, was taken by the virus we are all fearing these day and the other passed in an accident.
She was full of the kind of ganas that few people have for life and living. I do not think I ever saw her without a wide and beautiful contagious smile. She survived cancer twice and those scares gave her the courageous to take on this deadly virus called COVID 19. She fought it as long as she could and passed away all alone. This is the first close up and personal case I have heard of among friends and family members.
I been thinking a lot about the AFTERLIFE and what is is that happens when we leave this dimension. I have been thinking of the family members who have passed on, some for decades now. I think about these things not to be morbid or obsessive but because I suppose numbers matter and as of yesterday 138.000 souls are somewhere on another plane. Some not able to say goodbye to their loved ones.
So I did what I always do I write to alleviate the pain and to help me cope with the reality we are all facing this year. We will all know someone who knew someone with COVID and who lost the fight. It is worse when the person is someone in the family.
The other family member was younger, full of dreams. A former military man returning from a final tour. He had just relocated and was looking forward to a new job. His mother visited him this week to help him get organized and all moved into his new house. He went out to get take out and five minutes later he was killed instantly in a vehicle accident. A drunk driver impacted his motorcycle.
Two people died two days apart. One never imagined what destiny had planned. The other although on a ventilator hoped she would make it. But once again hope and praying just did not seem to be enough.
Here is my poem to help family deal with these horrible events. if you have been coping with a similar situation please share your thoughts. I always love to get your feedback. Please stay safe.
How Many More?
A rhetorical question, maybe.
Sadness stared me right in the face last night.
I could feel the heartache and pain from far away.
Grief and sorrow walked down two different paths;
Each taking a loved one to a place where forever is a stay.
Sorrow never stands alone.
Woe wails loud and clear,
when sadness comes with the loss of someone dear.
Grief pierces our hearts and I wonder if it even cares.
We can only hope that death is not proud of what it does.
I salute all those who served our country today. I am grateful for their sacrifice. I hope that as we celebrate today we remember that there are many others who sacrifice daily to keep us safe. God Bless America!
I remember our adventures
when we crossed the river
and slipped on the moss covered rocks
we laughed because one of us would always loose our shoe.
I remember how we loved to go to the Saturday matinee
and watch three movies for fifty cents – our whole allowance.
I was only two years older than you
yet I was your aunt as chance would have it.
But you called me sis.
I remember your love for nature.
I remember how you always picked buttercups and made a small bouquet
and bring it back to surprise your mom.
I remember how happy it made you to play your guitar.
I remember your contagious smile and fabulous chuckle.
I remember the day you decided to join the army;
your mom and I were terrified.
I remember listening to radio that dreadful day;
It was Memorial Day morning.
TAPS was played and then America the Beautiful.
My heart stopped beating for a second as it always did when I feared
something horrible would happen to you.
I tried switching the fear gears in my brain.
Two days later we got the news.
You had passed.
Forty-three years ago I could not believe what had happened
and it is still hard for me to believe it is true.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.