SUSAN

Our circle sits in silence mostly, glad
To be together again, for matching up
On one another’s ups and downs. The group
Is suicide-bereaved. We know what sad

Means. And quietest is Susan, her slender
Presence, young and beautiful, El Greco
Melting eyes, a medieval echo,
Her glances gravely beatific, tender,

Seeming withdrawn tonight, intent on inner
Realities of loss, of joy defaced,
Of hopes resigned, creation turned to waste.
But standing to say goodbye her smile rekindles,

She lifts her arms, (I could be her grandfather)
And embraces me warmly. We grieve and rejoice together.

(65, November 9, 1992)

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Comments

I suspect this was my brother’s girlfriend.

[John Alvord 1/1/2026