I'll never forget

The last time we talked

A long phone conversation

I could never believe

Would be our last.

You sounded so good

So full of dreams

But somewhere deep down

I think I knew

You had for a long time

Been living on borrowed time.

You were only thirty six

That Feburary day you died

With a young son

Who I can only imagine

What he must have felt.

I'll never forget the letters we signed

Sisters of the Heart

And Bestest Friends

And the way you would ask

How are you chickadee?

Only you were allowed to call me that

A quiet agreement,

And I could get away with calling you

Mimmi.

I'll never forget a few years before you died

And that sad call on Easter Sunday

Crying because you would not walk into the doors of the

Church that day.

Your prosthetic leg not ready.

But never did you let much get you down

And always you were willing to reach you out.
 

I will never forget all the hospital stays

And the tears not knowing what tomorrow would bring

But hope was not something that you lacked

And you believed one day

You would be healed

And you were.

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

6/20/2012

1:01 A.M PST