In memory of Menke Katz <br />I hold you in the lyric of my thoughts. <br />No, never mind that mist that hurts the eyes. <br />Tomorrow in Jerusalem, my friend, <br />Our dance beguiles the autumn of its grief. <br /> <br />I have you still with all my treasures kept, <br />Poor scribbles and the pencil-colored flowers. <br />Write me new letters on the windowpane. <br />Sign them as always with your shadow name. <br /> <br />Frost memories give me courage for today. <br />Just taste October with me, find it good. <br />The time is poignant like a Yiddish tune, <br />As bittersweet and smoky as old leaves. <br /> <br />Previously published in connection with my interview entitled, 'Letter Friends', Skylark, Purdue University, Calumet<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hold-you-in-the-lyric-of-my-thoughts/
