"Around My House"

Dedicated to Hadar ...

Around my house

ere dusk fell.

my kallah I await

these words would tell.

Then memories awoke

of moments recall

the evergreen stands

and Ben so small.

I stand and look.

How it has grown!

Twenty years hence

many seeds have sewn!

The old basketball hoop ...

there once a time ...

when I could beat Ben,

a moment sublime.

In memory's flight,

I see only me ...

in this house once lived my children three.

Under Ben's window

wouldst I not know,

that wherein I now sit,

a few tears did flow.

I stepped back ...

to now and saw I did come

my kallah for whose love

my heartbeat

did

drum.

Alan D. Busch

2007