You were the midwife at the long gestation
You gladly gave the breast to each creation
And proudly sent them off into the world—
Not just with your unique seal of approval
But something like the writer’s kiss of peace:
What you took on yourself was the removal
Of all that blocked a perfect birth’s release.
God grant I learn all that you knew so well;
God help me keep you in my memory
To be my Virgil in this barren hell—
To guide, inspire, and leave the path to me—
Your standard of good work my daily goal;
And to that end, God never rest your soul.
for Meir Ribalow
Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells