A Death in the Family

Since one of our Chief Justices has been in the news lately, I would like to pay homage to another one. One whom I miss dearly. 

On a different note, I will be traveling to multiple places this coming month, and I will be taking a break from my poetry. Be aware that the next time I post a poem will not be until the end of May. 

A Death in the Family

Up north, a panorama dipped

in the gold of coins alongside

vistas bathed in safety-vest orange

and burning bush scarlet.

                    Ruth Bader Ginsberg. A fiery ball

                    on the High Court. Lace collar

                    in a tweed world.

Easy to grow accustomed

to vibrancy, disregard

the diminishing daylight.

But unlike the leaves of fall, RBG's judgments won't fade.

                      Her legacy marching forward

                      with coed cadets at VMI.

                      Her Solomon wisdom embedded

                      in every fair paycheck printed.

                      Her mark guaranteeing Mary Barras,

                      Sheryl Sandbergs and the like.

Justice Ginsberg's death a jolt

to activists filing their nails instead

of petitions. And Jane Roe weeps.

Marilyn Aschoff Mellor