You were going. Creeping through the night.
Airports.
Bus terminals.
With the heavy smell that you carried – of need. Of want.
To be somewhere else. Anywhere else.
With many, many others. Swallowing hugely
of everything.
And not knowing.
I leave you, you said. I think. I feel. You say nothing.
Except
Sit there with your tea staining your life. Trying to stain mine.
You went. She stayed.
You were better. Stronger. Growing.
Still, she stayed.
I touch you, she said. My darling. My one.
That is what I am. That is how I show.
Why, you said. Why? Irritated. There’s more. There’s other. So much other.
I touch you, she said. My darling. My one.
That is what I am. That is how I show.
Be some other way, you said. Be more.
I touch you, she said. My
I know, you thought.
Knowing.
This is for my special friend C, who has just lost her mom. I love you, C.
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One of my friends lost her mother this week too. That was a nice thing to do, Lynette – it’s sometimes difficult to know how to help, what to do – but your friend will know you are thinking of her .
It is hard to know, isn’t it? Everyone feels so helpless. Many thanks for your kind comments.
this was wonderful. what a strong way to honor your friend.
Thank you, Kimberly, for your very kind comment. My friend is usually the strong one, but right now, she’s feeling very down.
A beautiful tribute to your friends mum Lyn. I am sure she knows how your heart aches for her loss. R.I.P C’s mum, she’s resting with the Angels. xxx
Thank you, Jen. She’s having a tough go of it right now.
Very nice Lynette.
Thanks, Nelson.
A nice way to honor her life. Sorry for your and your friend’s loss. xx
Thank you – much appreciated.