Monday Morning Musings:
Measure by measure—
in hope and despair
from winter bare to sun-charged air
we smile through tears
with spirits brightened, but still the fears
of what comes next?
Another crisis, another text
of sorrow or disaster.
Can we master
moving from the passing of this year?
Too many lost, but we’re still here–
and so, we live as we’re able,
finally meet across a table
to eat and laugh, while those who’ve passed
remain within our memories, clasped
in synapsed snapshots, held fast,
until all is faded, at last,
everything balanced, a measure
of sadness, a finding of treasure
in the remembrance of what she said,
those words, like a thread
linking us, a connection
a form of resurrection
in “do you remember?” Phrases bright—
like the promise, with shadows, there’s light.
April is a strange month all over, it seems—one day cold, one day warm, full of storms, and also flowers. A bunch of tulips that we didn’t plant have popped up in our garden.
Yesterday was the first anniversary of my mother’s death. Now that we’ve all been vaccinated, we went to our younger daughter and son-in-law’s house—and for the first time in over a year, hugged and ate inside. She made us a tapas feast, and I baked a chocolate cake in my mom’s memory.
My husband and I both got haircuts for the first time in over a year, too. Woo hoo! We celebrated with a date night at home and streamed the excellent production of the Lantern Theater’s production of Measure for Measure. It was a filmed production from a few years ago. The play is very timely. We watched the movie, Promising Young Woman, (rental from Amazon), which my husband and I both enjoyed and thought was very good—great acting, direction, and soundtrack. Both play and movie will inspire discussion.