May 1....Oma callls first thing and says, "That Korean wife of his killed him you". Well May 1 is my Father's birthday. He married a lovely Korean lady and had a stroke, a year later. Oma is convinced that she gave him herbs to kill him and run off with the money.
Well,, after his stroke, yes she ran off, but i was made his trustee... He died 10 years later with another stroke. He was finally going to write his life story. He had refused to talk about his life in Hungry until the communists left. It would have been an exciting story full of Princes, thieves, lost castles and who knowas what is fact or fiction. I really do not know anything about his family in Hungry at all....only hints. He did mention a beautiful place close to Lake Balaton. I found it and it had been turned into a luxury hotel. In 1989, after the communists lot power...they gave back land and property....but i had to prove what his family owned. Well, he was caught in a fire working up North and all his papers were lost, so now change of a castle on Lake Balaton. It is there and beautiful and that is fine...i can go anything and stay there. Though Dr. Pavel will not allow me to travel through time zones in fear of inducing my illness. So i can only only in North America fo the time being.
May 6 is also a birthday of a person who was once very special to me. I am happy his heart is still ticking over, 41 is too young to die. Though this modern day Renaissance man has had a life filled of all the things he has wanted to do and experience. It is not the quantity but the quality, but i pray for him.
It is Jeffrey's fathers very large birthday this month also. he has been very ill too, so he is in my daily prayers also. It seems once a man reaches 40, his body starts to send messages...
Well May 13 is Mother's Day...and always a happy day in our family. The women live on and on!!
For Sandor
On Lake Balaton
the room of his birth
a warm glow
Restless river
the fire-coloured maple
beckons the Magyar
Sunrise
she places haiku
over his ashes
For J
A blue-irised man
sends her a post-card
on his honeymoon
His four children
gather around his bed
he is content
For Oma
Spring morning
more silver than gold
in her hair
Her singing
fills the old house
and odour of 4711
For Robert (Bob)
His milestone birthday
drinking Veuve Clicquot
counting his years in bubbles
wonder where the time has gone
And what would have been a special Wedding anniversay
On the small island
memories of thier life
fill the shadows
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