roxyforthewin

When I think of my childhood, it is always the fall
Or sometimes it’s winter, and then I recall
The smell of a cold front blowing down the street
The feeling of snow boots pulled onto little feet

Your life comes to me in shades of gray
From across a distant sea
I think of you, I hold you near
Did you ever think of me?
 
When your children boarded ships
Did you wave and say goodbye

I think often of the girl I used to be
I think often of what she would say about me
I guess I might be different from what she expected
I am not the same person, I have grown and accepted
That I will always be too much and too loud

There is a menorah on the shelf at the back of the Goodwill.
It is a lonely menorah, isolated as it is in a sea of Virgin Mary’s and Regular Candlesticks

I often see omens in the natural world. I don't mean that in the weird ooky-spooky sense, I only mean that when I see a hawk, I like to think it's my grandma saying hi from the world to come.