Sunday, October 31, 2010

Rhoda's Voice

your voice is fading now, my cheery cousin
you were always so happy to hear from me
I’m out walking on a windy autumn day
watching the beautiful leaves blowing around
leaving a russet, orange and yellow
carpet in the yard
their colors are fading too

I can’t just pick up the phone
to call you any more
but when I stop for a moment
to listen and think of you
I can still hear your voice in my mind
as you pick up the phone, smiling
and calling out – “Linda, it’s cousin Linda”

my cousin, more like a sister to me,
you are missed and our family
is not the same

in memory of Rhoda Moshel Coleman z”l

©Linda H. Feinberg