The last few lines, Jessica, it’s how my mind has been going, overlapping, intruding thoughts, return to the previous. It’s good and sad to have company.
Thank you, Jessica. I always remember the loved ones who used to be around the table at the Seder, too. At 88, in a wheelchair, I feel grateful to be there.
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The last few lines, Jessica, it’s how my mind has been going, overlapping, intruding thoughts, return to the previous. It’s good and sad to have company.
Thank you Jessica.
Your words put me in a contemplative state of mind, the overlapping petals of Pesach and daffodils
Thank you, Jessica. I always remember the loved ones who used to be around the table at the Seder, too. At 88, in a wheelchair, I feel grateful to be there.
wonderful poem
Also thanks Jessica for sharing/teaching all the packed in goodies in your poetry month missive.
Many thanks
Counting. An exquisite poet. Beautifully structured. And the sentiment. So moving.
Great but please spell wormser