A Few More Lines for Sue

Lighting a candle
for cousin Sue,
dead twelve years today,
who liked dry martinis
and the Episcopal Church.
Who would have loved Pope Francis.
Who knew Mary Oliver slightly

and Bishop Barbara Harris.
Who voted Democratic.
Who disdained narrow minds.
Who fled from grudging hearts.
I've called her an unorthodox saint.
In her young adulthood
(the 1950s, mind you),
she'd scandalize our relatives
by breakfasting on beer and pizza.
She went to college,

she didn't marry,
she studied mathematics
with the aim of professorship,

an aim successfully attained.
I miss her angular shock of silver hair
(in her last few months, a wig
because of the cancer),
her mannish suits, her deadpan wit,
her unfailingly kind heart.
Those dinners at Henrietta's Table,
Sue and Mom and Ronald and me,
cousins solving every problem
of church and state
over wine and apple brandy.

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Written on 2020-07-26 at 13:38

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This is achingly sad, but so tenderly and lovingly written. My heart goes out to you *hugs* Even though I don't know your loved-one, your words present her to me in a way that make me love her very much too. A beautiful tribute. So sorry for your loss.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very sweet.

I liked her by your words.This is so good of you to write about her.God bless her soul.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
She sounds wonderful! I know a few like her, and you can't beat a good calva!

Elle x