This morning I was questioned about a golden cross...
Dangling from a silver laced chain loosely necked...

Often on the river embankment I observe the same...
Gliding, floating solitarily whilst treading and...

Oh ruler of all worlds
I plead and pray for another...

My spirit fuses with the ether;
Subtle life force currents...

Thistle thorns from stems it mourns -
flicker many a tulip head...

Am I alike a yoyo?
if so - the axle is my heart...

Tactility is nearly lost; exploring this wall
this plain white wall where hangers once pierced...

I wonder if an unusual flock of white crowned...
Were there that day, that fateful day...

Hades, I implore you! Cut this zealous string
so that I may again laugh and sing...

My heart beat's a faithful song
once covered by my sin...

How joyous it would be
If I were loved by thee...

Recent months we have seen
A very different Grandma...