Poem for Rosemary Baldacci

Il Constante E Amore
Cold, cold February’s last day
Snow swirling .
Flakes in a glass snow globe.
A world turned upside down.

The constant in the flying
Snow is love.
Giving more than taking.
Giving more than asking.

Standing apart,
Watching the huddled grievers Passing in cars.
I see my friend waving from within.
The cold, cold day is warmer.

The constant in the sorrow
Is Love.
Giving more than taking.
Giving more than asking.

The grace in loving
Up to the moon,
Filling up to the stars,
To the end of the end beyond.

Il constante e amore
Nel mondo girato inverso...
The constant is Love
In a world turned upside down.

Gerald Oleson 03/11/2002