AKA "The Writing Woman"
Relegated to photos and memories You, who were here only weeks ago No longer tangible, touchable, real Relegated to pictures and memories You, who I loved with all my being No longer here in my bed Relegated to pictures and memories Captured digitally and on 4×6 prints Part of my elusive dreams
Once you got the death sentence, you said there was nothing we could do about it. But you didn’t die that Christmas, and you didn’t die that spring. And we got Christmas with the family. And we got spring in Florida. And – in between hospital visits – we got summer at home. We got…