SHRINKING WOMAN

I shrink daily,
folding into
a package
too compact
to contain anything.
I'm becoming
smaller
and emptier
with the passage of time.
Soon, I'll be
invisible
even to myself.

Eileen Auger

GOOD FRIDAY

Decades ago
I lost something on Good Friday,
Although "lost" seems an odd word
for something I gave away willingly.

Something that opened up
a world of new experiences,
new emotions never before felt
and an ocean of pleasure
my innocent self didn't know existed.

My partner in that gift exchange
has been long relegated to my distant past,
a past I have no wish to revisit.

Yet the part of my self-ness  that awakened
on that Good Friday long ago
remains a beautiful thing,
Nurtured here and there by others,
especially the one most precious to my heart,
who made my body sing like no other!
He left this world too soon
but will always remain a dear memory,
the one to whom I wish
I had imparted that first gift.

Eileen Auger
4/19/14

When I wake to a new day
after a long sleep filled with pleasant dreams...

When I feel the sun's yellow warmth
bathing my face in the morning quietness ....

When a light Spring breeze
ruffles gently through my hair...

When a Cardinal flits into its nearby nest
or an iridescent dragonfly alights nearby....

When I read an evocative poem
that speaks to my heart...

When a brief glance at a photograph
vividly brings back the past...

When I wait for sleep to come
and a memory brings a smile...

When this or that or anything occurs
from dawn until night falls,
I hear my mind speaking silently to him
saying "Hello, I love you" .

Eileen Auger
April 19, 2014