You Are Not Alone
Act 1, Spring
written by: Jill Sharon Kimmelman
In a large house with hidden closets aplenty
where my precious children once played
you could enjoy hide and peek
turning yourselves “invisible”
during a jolly round of hide and seek
In closets like these
mingled cedar with dainty perfumes
you were Hansel and Gretel
hiding for imaginary reasons
behind each door stood boxes atop boxes
shoes tagged for each outfit
jewelry, color, heel height & seasons
You never knew how close you came
to all I secured in great secrecy, with care
excitement, nostalgia, perhaps a bright tear
a passionate celebration of what you would find
all of it simply awaiting you there
Two little girls joyous
making games so very merry
seeking refuge from that tall skinny witch
in black shoes, black hose, tall black hat
from a fairytale that promised no good fairies
That is where you shall find them
thousands upon thousands of my words
penned and locked away
my legacy, a bit lofty a name for what they are
nothing more after all
than notes from a mum you can barely recall
Written so long ago
your brother was but a babe at my breast
you girls were my dearest of treasures
young swans dancing, silken braids, matching ribbons
all remembered pleasures
a moment of grace giving thanks for God’s best
With each slim volume, before I began to write
I chose a color, a reason, a mood, a season
It mattered not a whit if skies
were dark and gray
where pears drooped on branches
heavy with fruit
those violet blossoms crystallized
trapped in amber like butterflies
When that glorious season permeated my being
I reached with both hands for pinks
pencils, charcoal sticks, paints and pens
Pinks
peonies, lilacs, champagne, blankets, roses,
so very much more
pinks for the daughters
I shall forever adore
For your very own daughters,
the little girls you named for me
who could imagine such a joy
a thing a heart can almost touch
but still can never see
Spring’s book must come first
Oh, I so hope it will turn out
that way for you
brave, brilliant, bold, the palest blush
a palette of pinks of every possible hue
Each crisp cream linen page
with splashes of Schiaparelli and Renoir
to honor the imagination
that has always soared within you
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