Years pass
I move forward.
Do they care?
Should I care?
Deepening divides.
Birthdays.
Should I call?
Will they call?
What’s wrong with them?
What’s wrong with me?
Rosh Hashanah—a sweet new year
Yom Kippur—a time to forgive
Pesakh—living my mitzrayim
Shabbat—the children’s blessing I’ll never be given
Longing for what I never had
Grieving for my reality
For what I will never have.
Graduations. Weddings.
Invitations never sent.
Years pass
I move forward
Building chosen family.
Letting go of what isn’t
wasn’t
never will be
Embracing the now
Fnding home.
