I called you today, your birthday

Such emotion I felt as I told you how my son, your grandson

Was suffering

Of course, you said, “He’s okay, he’ll be okay,

He’s a good kid”

Easy for you-just say the right thing

Never have to do anything

Not your problem and you’re right, of course

It would make a difference

But, everyone is too busy

To be an Aunt, Uncle, Grandma, Grandpa

Even friend

Alone again-MY problem

In the place of not knowing

Ignorance is truly bliss

Not knowing signifies no need to act

Better for you to just believe and hope the best

So, in my space far from you

I will not turn and choose not to know.

Love is more compelling than the bliss

Love is also so alone.

So - If it isn’t small talk, “Everything is fine”,

“How’s the weather there?"

Don’t call