Human Being, The

This one night/ Allow my fantasy/ That death/ I will not see

Dear Brother, You cradled death in your arms where there should have been life

Her photo stares at me dreamy and melancholic Like golden October leaves against a sunny blue sky. She bends gently her oval head towards her right shoulder That carries the anguished burden of the world.

She has a sign on her wall, much like The Writing on Wall saying (as she’s praying): This too shall pass

Waiting for a child is hard . . . recovering from a miscarriage is even harder. But it seems to me that G‑d in His mercy designed the seasons to help us through the healing process . . . and cushion the blow . . .

Poetry

How can you just pretendand lie to yourselfwhen the truth iseverything you thinkis not trueit's fantasyit's fictionit's fakeand when you knowyou're about to break

I will walk with you through many doors. Though your pace is slower, I will take smaller steps, For your dignity is as vital as the air we breathe...

If you went through the same story Whoever you may be There´s still someone out there Who´ll give you the right key

Tears speak What words can’t say Death tears one’s heart Death tears one’s life