By Hannah Kenyon Lair
Volume 1//Poem


I sit, after dinner,

and sip cold aquavit from a martini glass

I avoid the idea bustling at my mind's door

That you will not be There when I return


I remember so much of you,

a sliver of a life,

a little girl's experience in an old woman's presence,



Loved and



You have always been a Good Person:

kind, compassionate, sturdy in the face of ill-reason

and prejudice, you have taught me

by example

to be Gentle


There you are: my Goodness,

the gleaming light of hope

that every childhood ought to have

and I have been so lucky

to have You