for Rosemary
For Rosemary The open palm of something true —Carrie Newcomer Take my hand, we belong together me, old you, older almost a generation We come from different observances yet embrace each other, heart friends outside of doctrine or time Most likely you will leave first I will follow your trail, abiding love of letters, the dusting of light and love you spread with every breath




Love this poem and love Rosemary ❤️
....a blessing, to befriend those whose very breath dusts this world with "...light and love..."
Thank you for sharing this person, this poem...