7:02 pm - Thursday, Oct. 02, 2003
A Poem that has stuck in my mind
Repairing Heaven
I took the dull scissors
from my blue pencil holder
and commenced to cut the stars from the sky.
Orion appeared on my doorstep,
bleeding fluorescent moon rocks
and pleading his case:
"It isn't the stars that
burst your beach ball, Babe,
it's just the way of things."
He was right.
Grandma nesting doll
was shedding her layer for Mom and me,
and she knew I wasn't ready.
Exonerating the stars,
I handed them back to Orion
and sent a mental note to Grandma:
"It's okay--I get it now.
My apologies to Heaven.
Should I send tape?
Love you. Babe"
Lorna Schuster
