Today is the 3rd anniversary of my friend Dorothys death. This is another poem I wrote about her. sunday night telephone call seven thirty pm sunday night dinner over catch up time i’ll call dorothy i think to myself in mini seconds i rehearse the call how it will start go end tell her my manuscipt’s been accepted she’ll be excited glad proud let her know my incarcerated nephew’s doing well what about hers how much time left talk about my dying brother she’ll understand express regret she’ll be honest open say how she’s doing what’s wrong going right it’ll be a wonderful close conversation making us tighter friendship fuller ending with loving thoughts for one another our mutual friends families others we know split second gone imaginary conversation over spell broken reality sets in i wipe tears remember dorothy’s been dead a year nancy bruner wilson copyright (2012) nancy bruner wilson
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 02:28:20 +0000
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