To Jenn

I called her Jenn, and she left me to be Jenny. So giving and lovely to me that the good memories are all that I can see. Ribnick furs were her jewels and mansions. Class in modesty. I see a beautiful starling, and in the family portrait a darling. I will miss the stories and the call for her sweater in any air conditioned environment. She was the one with the will to stick it out to last. In the end she became her past. Places in history she did go. She met FDR on Arden Hills ammunitions row. Past now comes full circle and we see a woman who was ahead of her day, and in her heart she loved to play. Today I say goodbye to her beside me, maybe in the afterworld she will chide me. I am blessed to have had a namesake like her. She is now free to see old friends and her mighty family. Maybe in a dream we will again meet.