VJ posted: " Remember how we foughtat four and five -over whose turn it wasto push the baby buggy? Your Campbell soup baby facelocks curlier than mine; eyes a brighter sparkle How you withdrew from me with ageashamed you mother was an alcoholic -I did" One Woman's Quest
Remember how we fought at four and five - over whose turn it was to push the baby buggy?
Your Campbell soup baby face locks curlier than mine; eyes a brighter sparkle
How you withdrew from me with age ashamed you mother was an alcoholic - I did not care, carried my own secrets
How you chose drugs to cope, while I went straight – the line too wide to cross, it seemed.
You were my roots, dear friend the rock I needed to ground me Life, back then, never easy
Secrets tore us apart – projections of judgments never actualized somehow, I never measured up
I see you now, shrouded in the mist of my own grief, understand that your turmoil ran deeper than I had known, and one day
when we meet in Heaven, I will embrace the whole you and we will laugh at how secrets
whose very disclosure would have solidified us kept us more and more distant – so little did we know of love at the time.
(Lorraine died at the age of 26 - complications from drug use. After her death, I learned that she was a lesbian, a secret that she thought she could not share with me at the time. She had not known that I would not have judged her. Sadly, we never had the chance. I loved her so.)
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