In memorable lines of lyrical poetry, Christine Boldt speaks as a passionate
woman who ponders love and joy and confronts suffering, aging, and death. She
reflects openly on the achingly difficult:
A woman whose very last forebear has died
Is a woman without a tether.
But mostly she affirms a passion for living:
"When was the first time you did something
for the last time?" The question stopped me cold.
Even though, in this life, with its crises
and crazies, I might be tempted to yearn
for the very last time I will do a first thing,
I am filled with greed to have another
last time, and then, again, one more.
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