Son’s Love for Two Sisters

Dorothy, their dear tender mother,

Who listened to her sons in sickness,

Dorothy meaning “Gift of God,”

May we remember dear Ruth,

Beauty, wonder in recognition

her tenderness toward Dorothy Hoffman

His mother Citizen of His Crown, Ruthie’s

Beauty given from God, his mother had instinct,

Ruth undermining hate making greatness

as a Certified Nursing Home Assistant, lifted

More love because of difficult reading, writing

Worked so hard for her ultimate Success,

She made it, past this test. “Aunt Ruthie,” hard

As an eraser was your tool. You wrote this certification

alone.” She finished the test in a state of relief,

Most meaningful, her Board stress was gone.

They both had their knowledge to give all

His mother, great mother to all children,

Roddy, Becky, June’s adopted children,

Ruth Certificate as Nursing Tech, skilled

Under God’s creation’s, Dorothy giving birth

Charles Elgwyn, Robert Douglas, from Lenard

Named her beautiful gifts. She Remembered

First son, Born Elgwyn from his father, both

Turned men, her young men turned old,

Believing in themselves one poet, the other,

Robert more giving Sound in his Silence,

His mother was proud, Her Benediction to children

Everywhere was acceptance, education never formal,

Great mother was Creation, for Ruth to follow

Dorothy in death they found life eternally

From Charles, “Dear Ruth aid my mother

In highest calling, to anoint the sick

You relieved her pain you both

Had cancers–because of her last breath,

You were God’s hands, you will follow,

So you also are Gift of God, you are love”

Beyond cancer both mother and Ruth

Let go, Charles, you have greater regions.

You will pinpoint in writing, wonder

In words, Dorothy then Ruth following

Beyond vacuum, nebula, then no gravity

Weightless bodies they both are free,

To Charles’ mother, lifted her up in word

Lifted up his mother as the eldest son

Responsibility as she found both lives,

Everyone lit a candle in the Chapel

“Take care of your sister in infinite.

Love to care for every sister, Ruth realize

You are both Gifts Of God, Aunt Ruthie

Because you ministered to others,

You know this whole process of death

Let go dear Aunt Ruthie” To my mother

After she died his last parting words,

“No one will ever Leave you again.”

He gave over no tears. He let my mother go,

He was alone, the last to see her body leave.

Published by elgwyn

I was a University and college writing teacher, now retired, so I write poetry, and essays, mostly free verse poetry. I love writing. Computers, tablets, and smart phones are the norm. When one sees university campuses with students looking at phones while walking to class, one realizes writing can be blogging. I am an ordinary man writing for artistic pleasure writing, and simple taste-- blogs are an answer to high priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to print his paper books himself, because in 1855, and 1860 poetry did not sell. It does not sell now unless you have a Pulitzer Prize and even then the poet usually makes a living in other ways than writing. In all ages there have been writers writing out of their own needs, and blogs are an answer to get rid of high cost of self creativity. I am an older man with fewer computer skills than my daughter who has been at computers since she was three, so here I can satisfy my need to write without spending too much on self-published books. All three blogs let me reach an audience missed by books and stand a better chance to reach a wider audience. My two books, Winter from Spring, Meditations on Gratitude, as Kindle books and paperbacks did not reach as many people as I wanted, and blogs can let me avoid the printer. Layout and design is expensive. For me writing is more like the charcoal jottings of preexisting civilization made only for posterity. Blogs face two problems as I see it. They might be submerged into a chaos of too much writing, and they depend on electronic storage. Yet, how's that different from electronic books which must have specialized publication? Paper disintegrates, blogs can be physically stored and organized for posterity in data banks. All organization becomes chaos at some point, but charcoal images on cave walls still exist after the author scribbled eons ago. So what if I reach only a few interested people, but hopefully, readers will reach out to me. Writing is essential for showing the ways of culture before history knows those ways. To record each individual is essential especial for billions of people who need to know enough reading beyond pictures to save a planet. Writing without profit isn't new to me. I'm not seeking to impress the audience. Poetry in general never sells, and personal confessional, and emotional writing exists sometimes like journal writings only for the author. At least here is my hope for wider audiences. My writing is personal and informal, but my writing expresses some serious ideas like the writing of contemporary writers to rise above chaos in my own simple way, above self-absorption, a meditation, the simple writing of an ordinary man. I hope to find my own way out of my own chaos and make my record stand alone if even in electrons. Though I hope never to express nightmare in my poetry, fiction, or essays, some serious considerations are important to me after centuries of mechanized nightmare. The next decade is probably of the same failure in our world. This decade looks to be another time of diminished individuals and the next as well. We all wish peace and hope will become normal. It looks like if hope reaches each individual, not governments there is satisfaction in making means of writing available to many. My hope is for each human being to give their own expression out of the abyss. If humankind is to survive in any common way, we must each be able to express maturity and take responsibility in something beyond self. Electronic media offers people these possibilities so long as computers can store individual lives. Here people can freely see what I write and what others write. Though I hold an MFA in creative writing my simple vision never found a wide audience. I was disappointed about this earlier in my life, but now it's just what one expects of such degrees. I found happiness in family and especially in love of my wife and daughter. Writing can be more than a pastime now that I'm older. I approach seven decades living with some disappointing times, and some satisfying times. I'm like most people, and I've been married more than 37 years, and we sent a successful daughter into the world. We happily live in a country where even the poorest have food. Often as a young man when I traveled for nearly one year through Europe, where does a culture begin to feed and house so many people, and how do all these people live in harmony since World War II? Maybe it's been a question of survival. Writers can hold a little corner with blogging, blogging for harmony and peace. This is my hope. This is my question.

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