McCauley is Calling!

Finally the time has come. I can't ignore synchronicity this time. I'm starting the process today to change my name from Cornell to McCauley. I've been divorced for decades and basically lazy. McCauley is my Mother's maiden name and with two daughters no one is carrying on the name. I am in the process of finally publishing all my work and the time seems perfect. I'll have to research the copyrights I've done under Cornell but I'm sure I can figure it out. In the process of getting ready for Chuck, a friend of mine who specializes in audio production, to come over and record my voice reading my poems... I came across this poem: 
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​Hazel McCauley 
“…she was too young to leave; from the life she was too beautiful to leave… they shut her away, and I knew I should never see her face again, never, never, it could not be shown to me again…” E. St Vincent Millay’s Mother Cora.
 
How sweet and strongly bitter
The moment Floods to memory
My grandmother
My link to love
Gone
My sweet flower Of light
Love and virtue
Gone.
 
So doing
Everything “right”
So spirited
And wise
So touched
So deeply

Why?
My grandmother,
Gone
This many years
Missing you Still?
So much so
That tears Flow
So much so Memories
Go to you Often
 
A film...
A verse...
A smell...
A song...
Sends me.
Grandma, My dearest
Why do you
Haunt me So?

"I miss you Too.
I love you Too.
Adieu.
 
“Cry for me my Love
Tears I cannot Cry
For life’s wasted Time
My love,
For all I dared Not do.
Will you do For ‘us’?
Thus also the
Name ‘McCauley’
Calls to you
For ‘us’
There’s work
To finish
If you will…”
 
12-12-02
Flight from Atlanta to Denver/LA

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