An old friend

A Wisconsinite,

Lover of Virginia,

Wrote me today twice,

Been long time,

Sounds the same,

Minister,

Retired Luther College Professor,

More a friend then help,

In her absence I have matured,

Became ,

A person still not perfect,

Still innocent of Elder Abuse,

Still empathic,

Still bewildered,

Still alone poet,

Working hard for a better tomorrow,

Took a life time it seems but,

But now I like me,

I trust my gut,

Never steers me wrong,

I never sleep with lions,

I would never leave someone offering to share their life with me,

Believing that after my folks were dead my horrid sisters would commit me because I’m Queer!

I would never stop loving without fighting for her,

Talk to her life long friends,

Complain how unperfect she was,

Or only tell her she was the knight in shinning armour when I needed being rescued,

Funny how convenient vallient knights are after loss of mom who loved us so much,

Inheritance spent not on a stranger but on the woman I loved,

The one,

Would have been a terrific lesson for youth,

Small town Iowan girl,

Where people are weened hatting all they do not understand!

Funny how alike Georgia and Iowan narrow mindedness,

How these people flock around a poor Hebrew Rabbi,

Those people murder their children with hate.

Takes a life time to pay for the hate of parents.

More foolish me I will always love her,