When my son was bornI met the mom of a son
the same age as mine.
Her hair was jet black
or so I imagined it
through pixels on screen.
My computer hums.
Together we laugh, cry, share.
She's there every day.
Monitor flickers:
Eerie light of a false dawn
waking me to day.
I see the words there,
detached, non-corporeal:
my friend passed away.
She has disappeared
fast as words through the ether.
And I will miss her.
I will too.
ReplyDeleteShe was the only other person in that community with a diabetic child; I feel very alone. And I keep thinking how hard it must have been for her to leave him, especially, ceding his care to others.
I fucking hate death; how's that for childish? But there it is.
I was just thinking about the diabetes too, Momvee, as I watched my son playing. I know how carefully she made sure that his other caretakers were able to adequately meet his medical needs -- and I think of how I struggle with similar issues in a different way with my son. It hurts to know she was torn away from him and the rest of her family. I hate death too.
ReplyDeleteMe too. I miss her, and I fucking hate death. I'm with you both. MomVee, you're never alone.
ReplyDeleteI miss her too. Even knew her in person a little. Always nice, warm, and honest.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, beautiful haiku for your friend.
ReplyDeleteSad and lovely. That each of us should have someone to remember us so.
ReplyDeleteI am so very sorry for the loss of your friend and for your pain. I see her through you. She sounds beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA hefty sigh. And an equally hefty hug.
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