In my HeartSpace there is a picnic table.
by Renee Marie
Sister and I sit there sipping red wine and play Scrabble.
We snack on cheese and crackers and poetry.
We listen to Itzhak Perlman and Yo Yo Ma in a symphony of delight.
We reminisce and smile and take selfies with our smart phones.
We send them instantly to our kids!
This has been our strange world of wishing as long as I can
We carry this heavy HeartSpace -
a sweet and sour saudade for us ALL