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 ❤️
Thanks for reading, and I love her, too!
....a blessing, to befriend those whose very breath dusts this world with "...light and love..."
Thank you for sharing this person, this poem...
She is so dear. She refers to herself as a "shut-in" now. Maybe the last generation to use that term!
How lovely, Amrita, and I am grateful that you shared this beautiful connection. I am also very thankful for the beloveds who have gone before me.
And I just turned 80 on Thursday--I feel like I'm right behind her, dogging her heels!
...a deep tribute to souls in communion.
A precious friend...
It's so nice to read about and see the lovely face of this special soul. Thank you for this.
Love, Penelope
She's so dear!
Beautiful tribute to a soul friend. Cross-generational friendships are the best! ❤️