Sunday, June 20, 2010

Beyond Words

She's lost in a world 
of her own; can't see
nor speak English.
Her brain almost gone,
she laughs to herself,
and sings in Chinese.
The rumor is,
she was an opera singer.
I call her name, 
and venture to touch 
her frail hand.
She lets me,
and resumes her singing.
I chime in with Frere Jacques,
Ding, Dang, Dong . . . 
Chinese opera and French rhyme
together, I feel the gentle tap 
of her middle finger on my wrist.
We are rocking.


  1. Beautiful connection and I feel connected with your poem through your expression.

  2. Thank you my dear friend. May you be well, and at peace, and happy!

    Zen Hospice is such a special place! I am so grateful . . . so much to learn from the residents there.