Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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If i knew

If I knew that I will live
only one year, or five, or
twenty,
I could do some sensible
planning,
just like they taught us
in accounting, you need a
time frame.
If I knew that I had only
one year to live
I would know exactly
how,
I would breathe every
flower
and ice cream and kiss.
They say the fastest
growing
age group is one
hundred,
best to plan for the worst.
And then, how about my
acquaintance
who, fifty years old
was struck by a car, out
cold.

I am Relieved

I am relieved
you're dead now,
no tubes, no pain, no guilt.
I can be with you,
— as if —
smiling in your kitchen,
tasting that cake you baked,
chocolate moist and smooth,
it melts.
Thumping, the frozen
clumps of clay
fall into your grave —
"The Lord giveth and
the Lord taketh away "
they say, and I,
The Sinner,
" Indian giver "
I say.

If I knew then

If I knew then what I know now
I would have been too wise,
anticipation of a futile kind
dictating "you know how "
and "no need to surmise ",
or even, "they are blind ".

When looking back respectfully,
the wisdom left behind,
relief is on its track,
forfeiting the false right to glee,
just happy to be back.


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