Lifting the sheet and summer blanket high
While the morning air struggles to billow them underneath
As they sink onto the bedframe,
When you taught a five-year-old gangly girl
Who adored you so and loved your hugs swallowing hurt and worry
Into your arms strengthened by years of cleaning
And softened by years of cooking and tasting for seven
And rounded by the weight of bringing five into this world
(A labor you called sweet and easy),
How to make a bed just so,
Smoothing out the lines to a crisp and fresh clean.
Now she allows the sheet to wrinkle and the blanket to hold stains,
A reminder that one year you are gone,
As her childhood and your protective love.
The author with her mom when Carol visited to say goodbye. Saturday, 21 June 2014. Falls Church, Virginia.
Is just a Tahoe daydream
Washed onto my shores.
St. Nicholas came
During our growing-up years:
Parents’ love present.
Carol Cizauskas and Don Prather celebrating their first anniversary at Emerald Bay, South Lake Tahoe, California, Saturday, 15 November 2014
With hearts full of joy
Carol and Don wish you a
Your soul awakens
Her to love she hadn’t known
As days filled a year.
First kiss as husband and wife. Photo by Clarice Bell, Don’s sister and matron of honor. The Plumas House, Reno, Nevada. Saturday, 12 October 2013.
The poet herself, ca 2000.
Abundance of love
Tickling tendrils of my soul:
Your hearts’ golden warmth.
Genovaite Josephine Ambraziejus as a teen, my mother before she became Genovaite Ambraziejus Cizauskas. 19 March 1926-15 August 2014.
Tracing my cheek lines
To find if your bones are mine.
My mother, my soul.