I miss your calls during the work day. I miss you walking in our home after work with your beautiful smile. I miss you singing those country songs. I miss our date nights. I miss my life with you here by my side. I miss you so much, my forever love. I will hold you forever in my heart … until we are together again.

Before I would visit my 92-year-old dad, he’d send along his shopping list. Weekends, he’d devour his football games, sipping his vodka and tonic and enjoying his snacks. Sometimes, we’d join the party. Or he’d call later and let us know how he had done in his various pools.

Onion Dip
Tonic Water
Pickled Herring
Salami
Mallomars
Del Monte Canned Fruit — either Fruit Cocktail and/or Peaches
Chocolate Donuts
Orange Juice
Potato Chips

It took me a few months before I could walk past Mallomars in the cookie aisle without sobbing.

My mom touched the hearts of everyone that ever met her. She could always brighten someone’s day and make them feel loved. My mom was best known for her cooking and entertaining. No one left her house with an empty stomach, or without getting a hug.

One of my fondest memories I have with my mom was standing side by side with her in the kitchen watching and helping her prepare for our family’s holiday dinners. She made everything with love. Especially her matzo balls and brisket!

The Lost Brother

Something is missing.
Search and search
And search again.
We were walking along.
Brother got lost. Just like that.
Sister noticed.
We kept walking.
Did we remember who he was?
(One of the drugged? The miscarried? The enslaved? The massacred?)
So we nearly stopped trying.

Reach and reach
And reach again.
But really, really
Settle.
Then reach again.

Slave to appetite, slave to reason
As contradictory as Jefferson
Bound by the original promise and the original lie
Increasingly clear-headed, increasingly deaf
We founder.

He was three once.
Bright-eyed, unexpected,
A face no one could imagine,
Utterly unique as a moment
Then he was older, older,
Silver-haired, forgotten.

Is the atmosphere doing this?
Solar flares, something in the water,
Or our own ingenuity
Fashioned into machines and information?

At the cave
Where no breath breathes
An old voice reigned.
The old man inside myself
Said, “I am here.”
Said, “No one is here and not your brother.”
Said, “The wind is nothing but the wind.”
The wind’s journeys never stop.

It would be good, good,
If he would find me.

Jeffrey Levy © Copyright, 2020

She loved Mondays
She snored abruptly
She burped loudly with fucks care
She was whiny
She was stubborn
She was annoying
She was a lot to handle at times
She had battle scars
She was she
She was my perfect imperfection

M+V