Easter Sunday- Alleluia, the Great Storm is Over

National Poetry Month, Day 5

Here's what my emerging Virginia Bluebells look like today:

And I've been baking Easter Bread.  The Paska -  Ukranian Easter Bread - turned out to be enormous:

 

 

But my poem today is not about either one.  It's about my friend Susan Abbott, who died of breast cancer in December of 2002.

 

Here she is as a senior in college:

 

Here's the poem:

 

The Great Storm is Over

 

Three days before
death closed in,
dear one,
I visited your bedside.
You still refused
to let me say goodbye.
Now it's Easter
twelve years later,
and I'm listening
to the song
they played at your funeral:
Alleluia, the great storm is over.
My throat still closes
at the sound of it.