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Poems and letters by Hastings Alexander -- to those who have come and gone. |
To my neighbor Gayle who has pancreatic cancer. May 18, 2011 February 2009 I returned to California from New York after burying my father. There was a message from Jim, Gayle's now husband. He said Gayle asked him to call me. His message I will not forget. A few months later, I was sitting outside on my patio watching the vine grow from Gayle's wall to my wall. She was always concerned about the vine's invasion. But I always loved the vine and watched it grow with little care by me. Then that day as I was sitting,I thought I would care for the vine. I bought the trellis on which the vine grows. I believed caring for the vine, keeping it healthy, would keep Gayle well. The vine represents a living being that breaths and grows. It takes its arms and wraps them around one another, the way people do when hugging. I think this was the thinking I had for this poem. Today Gayle is weak. She doesn't talk anymore, and doesn't stop to visit. I think now is a good time to post this poem. You were the neighbor with whom I shared as years went by without a disguise You were the neighbor with whom I shared the laughter and tears You were the neighbor so concerned your vine groweth upon my wall When I said I love this vine upon my wall I will let it grow upon the wall and it will attach itself to the trellis with arms so long twisting and knotting to hold on tight It is the birth of a new arm that lets this vine live so it can wonder upon my wall This vine will know its birth as it grows upon my wall This vine upon my wall is my gift to you This vine with veins of me and you It is you this vine that lives and grows upon my wall I will remember you The Vine Upon My Wall |