If I could just talk to her
one last time
if I could just hear her voice
one last time
if I could just hear her laugh
one last time
I’m still young and dumb
but she’s my favorite past time
if I could just say I’m sorry
one last time
if I could just say no worries
one last time
if I could just feel butterflies
one last time
maybe I’m just too young and sprung
but she’s my favorite past time
if I could just start all over
one last time
see her pictures and fall all over
one last time
hang up and then call all over
one last time
I know I am young but some
should never be just a past time
Jeannie says
Dear Russell,
I’ve been trying to catch up with your work, reading your ‘Recents’ list, going back to the LOVE Themes, finding your ‘Peeping Through My Window’ series. This one, ‘One Last Time’ is one of my favorites among others. I also appreciate your ‘Nature’ one that highlights the home page of recent prose from April, 2020.
Thank you for your courage and transparency. I noticed you have written a lot in November and December this year. I wonder if holiday seasons impact what drives some pieces, or is it just a constant all year round?
This season, our church included a Blue Christmas service that helps us gather a few days before Christmas, to remember the things and life events that have saddened us or caused us grief. Songs, prayers, liturgy that enables us to say the words of grief or to name the names of loved ones we are missing or events contributing to our sadness. The pastor lit a candle for each one named. My candle request was inspired by your poem ‘Social Distancing,’ and in that light we remembered people who are incarcerated in an effort to feel with you as the best our imagination or experiences allow. l remembered you and others, grateful for the opportunity to learn from you all and to get to know each other as much as we are able. Thank you for your contribution to this life sharing experience.
I pray God’s best for you and yours.