Who loved kids,
Yet had none of her own,
Living next door,
To our trailer
She and my mother spent many a day
Drinking coffee, talking endlessly, sharing, stories,
Mornings, afternoons, nap-times, cocktail-hours
Deep in talk
Until we all moved away
Our lives drifting in different directions.
Our lives drifting in different directions.
Then,
She moved to Florida
Where it's always warm
Where it's OK to age
Drinking grown-up drinks on Saturday afternoon
They continued to share,
Complaints, pains, aches, hopes, memories.
Now, she no longer answers her phone.
Now, my mother has no one to call
On Sunday afternoons.
We'll all miss her
A bushel and a peck
And a hug around the neckWe'll all miss her
But, only those who have lost a BFF
Know the emptiness my mother feels.
6 comments:
I love how you remembered your mom's friend. It is sad to think about the loss, but you captured the best moments of friends. What a gift to your mom!
I love how you remembered your mom's friend. It is sad to think about the loss, but you captured the best moments of friends. What a gift to your mom!
I love how you remembered your mom's friend. It is sad to think about the loss, but you captured the best moments of friends. What a gift to your mom!
It's a beautiful post for your mother's friend. I remember those times when my mom would call about someone else passing & she was so sad, wondering who would take their place, or who would be next? Wonderful lines 'love you, a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck"... Hugs for your mom!
There is no-one to replace the hole your mom's friend left in her life. A long-time friendship is precious. Your writing carries the joy of the past, the longing and the emptiness of the present.
This was beautiful...sad, but beautiful. My mother lived with me the last 12 years of her life and I saw this happen a few times. How wonderful that your mother had a BBF. Jackie http://familytrove.blogspot.com/
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