Tamara Willems

when it comes…

Yesterday morning begins
with thinking about someone I am most grateful for
an aunt
and how I might tell her
just because
this
is what I’m thinking today
(wondering if
she might think this weird)

the afternoon comes with attending
an online funeral stream
with my brother-in-law for company
even though he is an ocean away
because
this
is how we do it now
witness,  attend,
support
from a distance
while really cherishing the great value
of
hugs
we cannot give

later a chat with my mother-in-law
who this week will turn ninety-four!
who has called to say Thank you
that we were able to make sure she was
connected
to say good-bye to her brother
and the great blessing of this call, is that
no matter the circumstance
and the current enforced distancing
she and I will inevitably end up giggling
together
several times in conversation
which indeed proves to
be
a balm for both our spirits
we both moan a little about our aches
and then simply get on with this business
of
getting
on

has me thinking you know, about love
and where we might be
without it

and just how important it is
to tell someone
how much

the skies prove quite dreary today,
but a brief parting of cloud
and the sun breaks through
I grab my camera, and take my walk
through familiar paths
a light breeze brushes droplets from branches
in a gentle sort of
anointing
I take in the damp sogginess of the garden
as a kind of joy
for the nourishing
wander for a bit, talking to friends
checking on the fish
then as I am again nearing the house,
I realize
it’s been softly raining on me
this
whole
time ♥

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