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Poetry & Prose Contributed by Randi Perlman Dear Mollie – You lead a movement You educated a community You raised a Leed Gold building Dear Mollie – You fostered our collective consciousness You awakened our passion You believed in us and our mission Dear Mollie – You honored your friends and family You cherished our planet You held tight to your vision Dear Mollie – You created so much good You accomplished your dream You left a sustainable legacy Dear Mollie – You touched us all in meaningful ways You made the most of all your days Your energy was contagious Dear Mollie – You always cared & persevered You inspire us all by what you shared Your lessons will guide us forward Dear Mollie – You remain large in our hearts Your presence surrounds us always You will forever be missed And we will dance in your honor
MID-JUL 2021
This poem was written in celebration of the life of Mollie Boyer, long-time executive director of our local Recycling Center. She made our wonderful Valley an even more incredible place to ‘hang yer hat’, and taught some valuable lessons along the way. She is missed, but never forgotten…
Contributed by Rosetta Cason And death has changed me...It came like a giant unrelenting wave, crashing through my being. All at once, who I was, vanished. I wept and wept, and I went to look for her. I, me, she...was gone... That cutting taste of death has yet to leave me. In fairies and dragons, in glitter and lace, in kisses and moonlight, death still has stolen my whimsy. In the sweetest highs, and prettiest valleys, in the longest hugs and tastiest treats, death has stolen my delight. I still weep for the sweet ignorance I once frolicked in. My blind mind could conquer all things. Oh death, you brutal beast, you churning, bottomless pit… My ears hear death’s hollow ticking clock, just beneath my own jubilant laughter. The damage death has done is permanent. My eyes see death’s cruel magic trick. Now it’s here, and now it’s not, in every face that greets me with a smile. The damage death had done was pervasive. Life matters, oh yes, and I wake, I walk, I participate, I talk. But death... Death left behind a blazing fire. All my timber, all I had ever mustered is still smoldering. I am still only just soot and ash. I am only just now waking from death’s loud destruction.