"...SO I DID WEAVE MYSELF INTO THE SENSE..."
( In memory of my Aunt Peggy )
the candle carves
your face
out of the dark
you waver
with its flicker
become a mask
I watch your words
float across the space
between us
I see every syllable
all your pauses
your each and every punctuation
you recite
Herbert
with an American accent
I try to pull you
out of the dark
of the past
but this is all
memory will allow
of you
I say your name
to make you more real
"Peggy...Peggy!" I call to you
now far away
from that lost day
your daughter's love
reminds me of
who you were
to me
your Chicagoan voice
telling me: "Gee....
you've got curls like a girl's!"