I sit with youYou are tiredAnd you apologize No, my friend, toSit with youIs all I want Just one more time I tell stories Of our silly youthAs you smile Remember when We counted stuffed animalsAnd rescued cats Rujill, Jiruth Our names intertwined Forever, my forever friend Mere days ago As you slept I sat with you Just one last time… Continue reading 50 Years
My spaceship has leftthis earth,its frame evaporatedor buried,leaving meno way home. I find a mapcreased and faded,a broken compassin foreign tongue;I don’t know how toread the stars. My ship of spaceand time has leftthis earthits form gave wayto light wavesand dust. I find trinkets on itslaunch pad,strings and beads andbooks;one hour becomes an eon,one step,… Continue reading My Spaceship
I dreamt of you, Mama. You were of sound mind. You did not have dementia. You said, “I think it is time for me to go to the other side.” “Oh?” I respond. “Yes, my soul is too heavy for this life.” I ask, “Your soul is too heavy for this life, or your body… Continue reading The Obituary; A Dream
Talent is something foreign to me, like a distant tree on a land not my own. It is beautiful, it sways, it beckons. I see that others climb up and down its branches with ease, while I stand frozen and lose myself in the mundane. Yet like the moon that seems to follow you as… Continue reading Talent
Death, you thief from the other side, Your heavy curtain falls Over this wretched relentless divide. Austere undertaker from whom we cannot hide – The limbs now stiff Their weight terrific – Are you friend or enemy, At once terrible and swift A respite from agony And a burden without respite. The grave is for… Continue reading Death the Great Deceiver
Outgrow me, my love. Expand yourself beyond my horizon – Take in more, be more see more of the world and of yourself than I ever could. Outgrow me, my lovely daughter. Stretch your mind further than mine could travel. Do more try more hope more than I ever could. Outgrow me to grow into… Continue reading Outgrow Me
Good Shabbos. Have you ever had the experience of sitting down to take a final exam and the professor has given you a choice to write about one of the two topics you know like the back of your hand? And, as you write that essay, fingers flying across the page, you can’t help but… Continue reading Mutti’s 90th birthday kiddush
I am 3 or 4 years old. My arch enemy sits in front of me. I have mustered all my strength to fight, not to give in. I am steel. I am solid, implacable will. To outsiders, I am an unrepentant, unapologetic, uncooperative child. To me, the insider, I am a person holding on to… Continue reading Chapter Two – The Battle
It is difficult for me, as I reflect on my journey, to tease apart the ramifications that my parents’ divorce had on me versus the wartime experiences of my mother. The trauma of living though Nazi Germany, adjusting alone to life in America, and eventually marrying a Methodist raised Harvard scholar, was all wrapped… Continue reading The Glove, continued
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Ruth Wiseman 