Nov 16 2007
Folded Towels
I have devoted much time lately to the preparation for publication of Rules for Engaging Grief: A Path to Healing. The copy edit is complete and now I am waiting to review the cover design for the book. I hope for publication before Christmas.
I am not surprised that in reviewing the manscript certain memories of my life with Donna surfaced. The inspiration for the following poem came while I was folding towels!
Recall, if you can, actions you take almost without thinking that you might have learned from someone long gone — as I did the other day.
“Folded Towels”
It seems a thousand
Years ago – but not
She taught me the art
Of folding towels.
A thought then – I admit,
“How odd – why towels?”
Now two score later,
Alone my towels precise,
But more – imbued most deep
I recall with laughter
Her determined instruction
Seeking to channel
Unfolding energy
Into an enduring
Relationship of love;
She won – we were one.
Now with each folded towel
My automatic motions
Allow soul-pause to grasp
A wider truth in silence.
