Ruth

Love of Ruth’s life,

Girl named Mickey,

Mickey was Catholic,

Wanted with all her heart,

To don and nun uniform,

Was told she would not fit,

God didn’t want her!

See Mickey was  legally blind,

Could see fingers,

Do to human fallacies and bigotry,

Those in charge voiced irrational God opinion,

So our girl Mickey went the other way,

A different way,

Harder way,

Mickey born gay so that is no hindrance,

Mickey what blind,saw that as doable,

So she chose to go to college graduated first in her class, became a lawyer,

Her God let her,

Maybe this was her vocation,

Lead her two girl who loved her for 37 years,

Never apart,

Worked side by side,

Lesbian and her butch,

Lovers,

Partners,

Equals through and through,

Year’s twenty twenty,

Never apart,

Through hardship,

Through oregan replacement,

Hand in hand they walked through changing times,

Then covid struck,

Nothing was the same,

The girls talked on the phone,

It was the first time they were apart,

Ruth stood her ground,

She got to say goodbye,

Nearby Mickey’s brother waited,

He had come to take her home,

Ruth saw him not, but he was there,

It’s been four years,

Everyday she misses Mickey more so many things to tell her,

I want to tell her just say them Mickey is there with you!

I’m a Pagan as my granddad was the son of a Lutheran minister,

Things that I know for sure seems Christians doubt,

My Ruth is a writer as I am writer,

We are both empacts,

I think she needs to share her story,

I think her story could help other lesbians with their grief,

Their love was a once in a lifetime thing,

I love Ruth too,

I made her sister,

I spent every night with her,

We watch Xena on Facebook chat on her TV,

Last night my battery died,

I’m  gay,Pisces and empath,butch, I thought the worst,

What if she thought I hung up?

I never want her to think that,

Or be sad for a irrational reason,

So I wrote this poem,

For the reason I enjoyed nights,

No one should be alone!

At night I’m more alone,

Thanks to a cat named honey,

Penny’s cat,

My TV was shoved off the table top three times, my three year old TV croaked and died!

So now I watch  my best movies and TV shows, in Arizona on Facebook chat with Ruth nightly,

If honey hadn’t been brutalized by her brother and one of my cats and died in my arms I’d thank her,

I hate bullies wherever you find them,

Now we know they’re in convents too,

Ain’t love Grand?