Longing

to feel the wind on my face

to hear his voice

to hug my grandsons without masks

to retire and enjoy my days writing and creating art

to go to Mass and receive Communion

to sit on the shore at the beach, and listen to the ocean’s song, to feel its waves wash upon my feet

to bathe in the forest and breathe in the fragrance of pines and flaming azaleas

to finish a book or two

to be guided to where and what my true calling is

to love and know myself so well that naturally, love overflows to all those around me

to be more grateful

to be present in this moment, in this breath

~ Anita Adams 5/11/2021

Sunset

Max Patch Sunset

As the hour approaches, the reality of your physical self no longer present here on this earth floods me with memories and tears that know all too well the anguish you must have been feeling before you let go your last breath.

You were loved. You were beautiful. You were admired. You were creative. You were larger than your tall frame. You were Sunset on earth.

I will miss you my friend. My heart aches.

Although I am not there physically with all the rest who love you, Willie sings in the background Stardust.

Rest in Peace Sister Moon.

Love, Anita

Beautiful Sunset