And Now December Comes
Hello all–I hope your Thanksgiving was as wonderful as mine was. Surrounded by family and friends, and “kvelling” about my little granddaughter who astonishes me daily, what could be better? Just a quick note to let you know that Scriggler.com has again chosen my work as publication for the day. This one is the preface to my memoir, MY MOTHER’S SHOES. Please check it out through the link below:
And here is a recent poem. I hope you enjoy it. Till next time, SHIRLEY
LETTING GO
A drop of water
Falls from my hand entering
The big sea
Merging in a wave until
I can no longer tell
Where it is
Where it ends
And another begins
I stand at the shore and watch
The waves a multitude
Now undulating in the dusk
Orangeviolet lights that reflect
The moon until ultimately
All seeps into
A vast grayness.
I stand on the shore
Looking for the distant light
My fingers still oh still wet.
—Shirley Russak Wachtel
November 30, 2014
