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May 2017
Dora! People with big noses are beautiful!
Anyway, Dora of the Noble Nose
as a single rose
as a solitary diamond
so brilliantly in love with Gilbert!
Married
and years later...

She kept the paper folded
in her jewelry drawer...
the paper from the hospital
that said...
she was pregnant!
With you!
in her jewelry drawer!
Joan, My friend
It was you
she kept as folded treasure
till her death at 82

I read your Kaddish, Dora
I watch the shovels fly
as stones collect like children of the prayers
upon your grave

Thank God, Joanie!
You have no heir

At grief’s end
there’s no one left...
to die of love’s enfolding
leaving everything
to...
Joanie Treasure!
Joanie Only!


To my friend, her mother, and father
My friend, Joanie passed, and her ashes got sent to me in a cheap plastic container from a budget "Undertaker for the Indigent.”  All she wanted was to be buried by her parents, but there was no plot and no money left.  Anyway, Jewish cemeteries don't allow for the remains of cremation...so I loaded my old mother in the car just before a thunder storm and desecrated the graveyard anyway, leaving stones on her parents marker (Yup, we were here).   My mother blessed herself with her rosaries, and I mumbled through the Kaddish in unofficial Hebrew as a  thrush sang and thunder remembered her family.

The Internet solves so many problems, and with a little effort, you can find a family anywhere.  :)
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