calling card
by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed — Read all 584 poems by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
In honor of the life of my best friend Vanessa's mother, Hazel Lee Corporal of Muncie, IN.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
I got a call. . .as I watch'd the snow fall:
it was my friend; she told me her mother was gone
and I thought as I took my morning walk, upon leaving my dentist humming Christmas songs all alone at the bus stop:
Life is not much different
than that of a dried twig,
resting from it's summer labor:
holding on to the last of its sap;
and all of nature has an appointment. . .
and I thought of Sister Lorene
who never leaves the house anymore
--since she was told she was too old
to work as an RN anymore--
she always question'd me when I call
or take her something like a casserole
of healthy goodies to wean her off
her snicker bars and orange juice habit:
Why does God let me live so long
at age 93: and I tell her. . .
because you need someone to
make you laugh, that might be, ME!
and she laughs, just like my grandmother
who can't remember much these days,
but she recalls bouncing this now-grown
baby girl on her knee. . . and after that call
I realised that my friends' grandparents
some of them
R-gone. . .and my friends' parents,
some of them
R-gone. . .and my friends' children; some of them
R-gone. . . and my
friends' pets; some of them
R-gone. . .
and my friends spouses: some of them. . .
R-gone. . . and the lands and homes and tickets stubs from shows of which we were all so fond; those performers like Richard and Luther and Ray like Abraham and Martin and John,
They 2 R-gone . . . and soon, those whom I fret to let go, will be gone. . . so I guess I'll have to say to myself:
Hey there . . . long time no see. © 2005 cynth’ya lewis reed, all rights reserv’d
Losing a Parent, Spouse, or Child
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Carole...love and peace
Take care,
Sherry
Love,
Eileen
Can harldy see for the tears in my eyes--forgive the mistakes, oh, this is beautifully poignant, with sound advice. Bless you, and I'm sorry for your loss--
(((HuGS))) and love, Kalra.
Love Tinka
If we can do someone a kindness, we should do it now !, for our paths may never cross again in this life....
Love
Peter