Mourner’s Kaddish
Yit’barakh,
v’yish’tabach
v’yit’pa’ar
v’yit’romam
v’yit’nasei*
You came to me in dreams
when neither one of us was lucid
Walking,
happy,
you held my hand as we drove
into the sunset of your life.
Me already mourning,
you already moving on
I remember the night
you stood up out of your chair
and stayed Jeff’s fist,
told him not to hit his son.
You said you made mistakes,
had regrets
You were the greatest man alive that night
When we gave the little ones wine
and sang “Dayenu,”
I was happy then.
We ate candied yams and Bubbe’s chicken,
all of us together,
you at the head of the table,
leading us,
as you always led us
My cousin cried
when she saw my father
sitting in your empty chair,
the house so full of people,
and yet so empty.
Even our collective loneliness
could not fill it up
You came to me in a dream
and told me to go to my family
The night I slept in your bed,
she reached out to me in the dark,
grabbed my arm and said,
“I’m so glad you’re here;
I didn’t want to be alone.”
And then I knew why you had sent me
When I awoke from my last dream
and knew you were gone,
I thought I was okay.
I felt solid, like the wood
of the ancient trees I see in California,
like the mountains that divided us.
But later,
locked in the handicapped stall
of the airport bathroom,
I sobbed,
hysterical and alone
I needed you then.
Needed God.
And so you sent me three women
who offered to pray with me
and comfort me,
and told me my tears were a
gift from God
to help me grieve.
They calmed me,
and soothed me,
and I boarded the plane
a convert to miracles
When I rose
and threw my shovelful of dirt
onto your grave,
the earth hit your plain pine box
with a thud,
like the slam of a door
Now that you are gone,
I no longer grieve for you,
though sometimes
I am surprised
when you don’t pick up the phone
I hope you got my letter,
the one I wrote
while you were dreaming
I hope you’re dancing in the sky
*Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled
About the Creator
Randi Abel
Poet and storyteller currently based out of Denver, Colorado.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.