Jill,
you and me
explode through our mothers’ thighs
the same year
It is 1963, Jill
you and me
surrounding ourselves with winged creatures
clutching word and song
wisdom and farce
eyries we construct, yes Jill
you and me
where they belong
up high so our children can observe the world
before they depart for earth
It is 2017, Jill
you and me
we are fighters
protecting all those shadowed beneath our extending wings
we spar, laugh, punch, caress, comfort
we are educators
you assist students
I create teaching tools
It is 7 am, March 27, 2017, Jill
“fought a long hard battle…carried husband and family with great courage…love of her husband’s and children’s life”
It is 7:05 am, March 27, 2017, Jill
you and me
we have just met
I promise you, my dear friend
to keep loving and supporting and cherishing and fighting
to live up to your amazing life
God bless you, Jill
the dearest person, I never knew
we are fighters, Jill
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“If” this is a poem written in tribute to someone named Jill (and I can only imagine that it is) then she is very lucky to have a friend like you to honor her so beautifully, in words, thought and spirit. I am sorry for your loss, AM, truly.
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I happened to read this woman’s obit and I got to thinking how beautiful a person she must have been and how missed – by her loved ones
I wanted to honor this woman, my age who did not have the choice to stay
am:)
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What a great writing exercise/challenge to give yourself. You succeeded!
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