By: Deb Bradt
(For: Dr. Mary E. Weems, my favorite writing teacher)
I can only imagine
how your heart
must have broken open
the day you were struck by tragedy.
I can only imagine
that you may have some
unshed tears
and maybe even regrets,
I wish I could wipe them away.
I can only imagine
when you see a girl that
has the essence of your beauty
It might make your bones ache.
Dear Mary, if I could I would
fasten back together all the
lost pieces of your life
for there is no one
in this world I can think of that
deserves
to feel a blanketing of love,
to have dreams fulfilled,
to be bathed in constellations,
no one that deserves a life
of inexplicable joy
more than you.
Dear Mary,
You are a teacher who finds
a spark amidst the
rubble of
cataclysm.
I can only imagine
you may not always see
the gifts you bring
every day
just by standing in front of me,
just from your kind eyes,
just by being you.
-February 20, 2020 12:13am
(after Dr. Mary Weems’ “I Love You” writing workshop, South Euclid-Lyndhurst Library, in gratitude)
