The grey, cold day reflects the downcast mood.
January always brings, memories of mother’s last days.
Dreams tonight recall last January’s joyfulness
an unusual exception, when
Brother and Sister popped to Michigan for a
Surprise 70th Birthday celebration.
COVID was still in a remote Galaxy.
Though cold, the weather allowed us to romp through
SW Michigan: South Haven, Saugatuck, and Holland.
My wife’s impromptu felting seminar produced two unique hats.
This January brings mild weather, but more danger and uncertainty.
Though vaccines have arrived, our country is fractured.
Science has tried to prevail, but ignorance and fear
along with partisan politics obscure truth.
Whispers of Apocalypse waft in the wind,
political parties threaten chaos.
The transition of power is not without major rebellion.
I can never shake your memories in January as I
Recite Kaddish over Zoom Services.
The computer screen makes it mechanical and cold
despite the rabbi’s best efforts.
The holy words always trigger
deep emotions even after 23 years.
Yisgadal v'yiskadash sh'mei rabbaw…
The words flow off the tongue and
Linger in the air over electric candles.
Your presence quickly leaves,
The duty done for another year.