Ms. Tucker on the telephone

I don’t spend much time 
Sitting on grassy hillsides, 
Remembering your soft voice 
As you comforted me 
Even as you trembled with pain. 
Thirteen years is such a long time 
To remember, mourn, and wonder 
If you’re watching over me. 
I spent a moment this morning 
Recalling your voice on a telephone 
Saying “You don’t want to see me now: 
I’m gaunt, bald and wasting away.” 
I said 
“You’re beautiful anyway” 
And we shared a smile 
Through the miles of wires between us 
Even as 
Your life drifted away 
And my desire for  
Life faded 
We had a small celebration of life 
Together. 
 
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