I Was the Poetry, You Were the Prose

Every year since Mimmi passed, I try to create a poem on her birthday.

Credit for this amazing photo goes to Melody Mainville…

You were the laughter

In your sons eyes.

You were the tears

Cried.

You were the two a.m

Best friend

Call

When my heart

Felt like it had been

Torn in two.

I was your California

Sissy,

You always called me

Chickadee.

And I was the

Shoulder

You cried on

Literally.

You were peach ice-cream

And boiled peanut

Memories.

Honestly at times

I felt like a

Complete idiot

I was unlatched trunks

Runaway wheelchairs

Thank God nobody got hurt

Now looking back

I can laugh

Memories.

You were

Never take

Life for granted

Live each day

Like it may be

Your last.

You were

People stare

I don’t care

I’ll tell them

Wild stories.

I was holding back

Laughter,

As you

Stood their

Straight faced

Telling them

The reason you

We’re an amputee

Was a lion

Attacked you

In the zoo.

I was holding back

Laughter until we walked

Away,

And then soon

I could hold it

No more

Laughing until

I cried.

I was your

Pizza dipped into

Ranch.

It’s a California

Thing

Sissy.

You were

Banana and Mayo

Sandwiches.

I was yuck

I love you girlie

But I’m not eating

That.

I was the letter

You wrote

Telling me

It was all catching up

To you,

I’m clinically

Depressed,

I’m sorry if

I haven’t been the

Best friend I could be.

I was

Don’t be silly girl

You’ve been nothing

But the best friend

To me,

Call me,

Write me,

Email me

Anytime you

Need me.

I was the poetry

You were the prose.

© Michelle R Kidwell

August.16.2017