Five Years

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 Five Years 

How have Five years flown by? 
Five years since I've seen your face
outside of my dreams
and in reality.
Reality bites these days.
I like to think Neil deGrasse Tyson,
is right and there are other Dimensions
where we're free from COVID
and you're still alive.
Singing songs of Freedom
in our fight for Social Justice.
Baking up ideas, pies, and cake
as you bring people together
to dance the night away
on a cold, dark Winter Solstice.
Which was always your favorite night
of the year. 
You always loved hosting
a good party.
Mulled wine and chocolate ganache,
live bands and lots of laughter
as we all get trashed
together for the longest night
lost in twilight. 
Among existential conversation
in the corner.
Debating Neitzsche and Kant,
what happens when we die. 
I marveled at your magic
you sparkled like the light
in the December trees.
A magnifecent mama
to your son, Milam. 
His name means Tibetan dream.
You're missed by so many, 
but especially him. 






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