MY FRIEND in Postcards 4
- Oct. 15, 2019, 11:22 a.m.
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My friend Dixie Anna.
</center>My friend Dixie Anna.
There are those unexpected calls
so rational sounding, such a nice voice
in my ear, jolting me upright.
She fell, moving pictures around.
Who am I to write her obit,
younger than me. She caretook
her Ken until he died, now
she is near death herself.
Sometimes a broken pelvis will
Break more than bones,
Will dent and dement a wider
circle. Already my heart breaks.
Last updated October 15, 2019
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GypsyWynd ⋅ October 15, 2019
I'm so sorry.
Marg ⋅ October 15, 2019
I’m so sorry - and you expressed the pain so well.
Hillbilly Princess ⋅ October 15, 2019
So sorry.
Jinn ⋅ October 16, 2019
Wow, I broke my pelvis but it healed. I guess I was very fortunate . I am so sorry about your friend.
aunty EM ⋅ October 16, 2019
Big hugs, my friend.
gattaca ⋅ October 16, 2019
My mom broke her hip and later, her arm (humerus). I fear falls now. I grieve for your friend Dixie.
Zipster ⋅ October 16, 2019
That is a beautifully painful poem. I am sorry for your loss.
Oswego ⋅ October 16, 2019
So very sorry about the loss of your dear friend.
MageB Oswego ⋅ October 17, 2019
Her dementia was terrible, yet she remembered me.
NorthernSeeker ⋅ October 17, 2019
Your sentiments are expressed very well through this poem. I'm sorry you lost another friend.
Kristi1971 ⋅ October 19, 2019
Oh my gosh, I am so sorry :(