Art Work By Yaron Rosner
Winter has numbed us in ice,
faced with mounting crystals
your presence retreats
I turn in circles
books unopened, pens untouched
the day runs by, meals made,
a night, another day,
I turn in circles
feeling you wane
as if your breath were fainter
your body more transparent
preparing your soul
to lift from its bones
home for 88 years
I turn in circles
From armor to onion skin
a warrior’s challenge
to go in peace
without fanfare, artifice
or gun powder
rather a slow fading of the edges
a pacifying of the will
a softening of your ardor
now saved for me, only
and in the wake of your silent withdrawal,
you leave an emptiness I apprehend
and I turn in circles
To my father, 4 years before you passed
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Oh Kiki, heart rending and beautiful..
Dear Paula, the funny thing is that he is so present still for me…xo
An amazing piece of poetry Keren. My heart ached as I read it x
Ma chère Andrea, toujours tes mots me vont droit au coeur! xo
A lovely memorial–heartfelt, dear Kiki.
Thank you Melissa, he just keeps living on in me…xox
Mommy I love this it is so beautiful !!!
And you were there! xoxox
Kiki — this piece is moving beyond words. It encompasses all, especially with Yaron’s poignant image.
I know you know dear Claire.. xoxox
Kiki, I love this and we share some images of our fathers…
Indeed Amy, I truly could identify with your last few years… They were just made of something else
Wow, Kiki. He had to have felt this…