Schmettern (forget loud, but with a certain force, yes.)

Dean Martin has the tone I was working for.


Blue Moon: Singing is good for you


There are reasons singing is good for you.

I sing because it makes me feel good.


This is a strange story. I was in hospital.

An ultra-sound had been ordered.

(That’s all you need to know about that.)


I went into the ultra-sound singing Blue Moon.

Don’t ask me why.


Halfway thru the ultra-sound

I thought why am I doing this

so I ceased singing at such

a strange time.


And then a voice; from where

I couldn’t say; not above, so

it wasn’t God. (And I wasn’t

that far gone though I sure

could have been – long story.)


The voice said “Don’t stop;

we were enjoying that.” (Truth

being; so was I, both the effort and sound.)


So I went back to the hospital ward singing.


Now I read that singing

is good for the heart.


I’ll keep singing,

not the cure but a tool.


Benita H. Kape (c) 12.6.2019




to Ray

You are quick to my bedside

you sit here

not speaking

your hands clasping mine.

You have worked hard

mostly your skill with wood.


Your hands are beautiful.

They are holding mine.

Benita H. Kape (c) 10.6.2019


Obviously these are not our hands. But hold the message my brother. I had a near death experience recently. My brother was quick to come to my bedside. He is my brother.

Hands pexels



Songs that make one cry for d’verse.


I reach for Sandy’s hand when she was tiny. It is unusual for Sandy not to be smiling.



(Bridge Over Troubled Waters)

There’s the bridge to nowhere

but I’ll take the bridge to everywhere:

and I did, like it or not.

We all did, the prayer chains set up.

Two days before we knew

what your diagnosis was.

You’d been struck with meningitis.


I could not move.

All I could do was pray.

Kia Kaha,

you fought through;

heroic, a miracle.


I seek simple words,

words that don’t exaggerate.

They, though are the ones

that hurt the most.


There was now another person

on this bridge of all bridges …

it was me. A simple procedure

for a stent but the inserting

wire broke; it was retrieved

not easily.


Mother and daughter now

in the same hospital ward.

We took that main bridge,

your journey much much deeper

than mine.


Now on the other side

we grasp hands. Let us

walk across the footbridge

of return, meet

hold hands together. We

are strong. Kia Kaha.


Benita H. Kape (c) 5.6.2019


The Story — May has been the most dreadful month. But June sees us both home and slowly recovering. I cannot tell you of the full extent of it for Sandy. Complete deafness in one ear, the loss of the tops (to the first knuckle) on most of her fingers. She died twice and they got her back. For me it was a 4 hour operation to retrieve the broken wire. Unbelievable pain, unbelievable kindness along the way.

I have always loved Simon and Garfunkel singing “Bridge Over Troubled Waters”. The resonance of that sound they give fit my feelings for this poem.