pinkhairthing

As to reasons for writing, there are several. It is a therapeutic unburdening. It is reassuring in that it proves (at least to me) that I am among the living; "I think, therfore I am" (limitations excepted), and if nobody cares to listen, what's to lose? The pen speaks, the paper listens, and I am satisfied.

(untitled # 2)
When years shall claim my senses
one by one, why then,
let memory remain
to mimic infant’s silken hand in mine.
The taste of bread and wine for my soul’s sake.
And though I wake in darkness and deprived of light
in memory I may see again the dawn
and know its fragrant dew
and flower-strewn delight
and through the blight of silence
hear again the music of the world
without its strife.

Spring Plowing
Wavering wedges,
plow-shaped flight of geese prepare
my spirit for Spring.

Virginia Agnes Baldus
1914 - 2003