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Friday, June 20, 2008

Haiku Memoriam for an "Imaginary" Friend

Haiku FridayWhen my son was born
I 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.
Posted by at 3:54 AM
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8 comments:

  1. I will too.

    She 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.
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  2. Mary P Jones (MPJ)Jun 20, 2008 04:05 AM
    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.
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  3. Me too. I miss her, and I fucking hate death. I'm with you both. MomVee, you're never alone.
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  4. I miss her too. Even knew her in person a little. Always nice, warm, and honest.
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  5. A beautiful, beautiful haiku for your friend.
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  6. Sad and lovely. That each of us should have someone to remember us so.
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  7. I am so very sorry for the loss of your friend and for your pain. I see her through you. She sounds beautiful.
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  8. A hefty sigh. And an equally hefty hug.
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