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