RIFKAH GOLDBERG
TO SOMEONE WHO CARED

I picture the beige raincoat
Bought on your last trip abroad
Looking forward to next year's rain
You will now never know

You would have enjoyed those rains
Quenching relief from the searing heat
As the grandson you have not seen
First reaches out to crawl

I recall your infectious smile
Standing in pain among the flowers
Your throaty laugh at my irrelevant tales
Deeper voice behind me in the synagogue

You touched my life here and there
Always inscrutably hitting the target
Somehow it would be disrespectful to grieve for you
Living more fully is the only fitting tribute I can find

June 2000