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FROM THERE TO HERE


 I was named Gayle Lindsay Slaten at birth—my mother said she gave me a writer's name.  Prophecy or not, I have been writing since I could hold a pen.  Poetry flows with my nature, helping me to discover myself through hard times and a good friend to me as I traverse this earthly path.  From There to Here encompasses the balance between dark times and light, earlier musings and lessons learned along the way.  I share my writing to help others know that life can change in a moment, just by making a choice and taking that one step.  My book of poetry and prose, GLASS OF ME, will be out shortly.  

Death and Life Again--

Last year, my friend was dying.  I wrote these poems about that experience. Her son just passed away and his memorial is in December.  I honor them.

I also honor the traditions of this month in holiday poems.  


For the Love of a Friend--I only feel a need to connect

I was in the process of coming back to life
She was in active dying
My search was for meaning and connection
Her demon, the fear of letting go

'Travel', she said
'Be my eyes and ears
Bring back stories
Of far away places'

I wanted to stay
To take in every moment
Be her companion
On her journey home

She turned away
Pushed me to go
'I'll be waiting', she said
'I'll be with you in Spirit'

I traveled to Europe
Tasting wines in France
Picasso in Spain
Spices in Marrakech

I brought back
Pictures and memories
Exotic treats
Her face lit up from her chair

I traveled cross country
Saw The White House
Broadway plays
And felt Woodstock's own rhythm

I brought back 
Stories of Hippie days
Immigrant's struggles
Government pomp and circumstance

She smiled from her bed
Small and fragile
Body weak
Spirit still fighting

We both left Tucson in summer
She, to the coast of Oregon
To feel the ocean once more
And surround her final days with old friends

I started my yearly tour
From L.A. to Seattle
Nomad life of visiting my family
Full suitcase and heart

The need was strong
To see her once more
To be in her world in Yachats
Through her eyes and ears

I arrived not too late
Without words, she lay in bed
Took my hand to her lips
Kiss of recognition

She found her peace
Her Spirit was home
I got to know her true self
In that momentary gesture

And, through her eyes
The Oregon beaches
Quaint, sleepy town
Peacefulness of nature

I am back in Tucson now
My friend found her resting place
I'll bring her Spirit with me
As I walk the All Souls Procession in her memory 


Let Me Come with You

'Let me come with you'
His eyes were filled with pain
'We'll skip through the tall grass
Chasing butterflies and rabbits
We'll sink our toes into muddy water
As we pass through the running stream
We'll hike to the mountain top
And gaze at the town below'
Silence was all he heard
Pleading didn't help
She was already gone
His father took him by the hand
'Your mom is in a better place
Let her go, alone'

____________________________

A Holiday Haiku

Santa hat on cactus sits
Prickly beginning
To joy-filled season ahead


Countless Candles

The candles of my youth
Were lit on holidays
Bringing families together
In celebration
With hopes of presents
Blue and white
Apple latkes
And stories of
The miracle light
With just enough oil
For one day, that lasted eight

The candles of my twenties
Were lit for intimate meals
For two
In romantic moods
With hopes of playfulness
Leather and lace
Chocolate and strawberries
And stories of
Passionate love making
With just enough spark
For a full night of seduction

The candles of my fifties
Were lit in remembrance
Of those who came before
In memorial
With hopes of connection
Mother and daughter
Father and son
And stories of
The learning passed down
From generation to generation
Impact of each on others' souls

The candles I now light
Are tributes to my past
Are hopes for a future
Filled with
Smiling grandchildren
So I can pass down stories
Of the miracle light
And connect with my passion
To pass down my learning
Before someone lights
A candle for me

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