Each day I wonder
what is he doing today?
Is he,right now,sitting at his laptop
Creating another poem?
Or writing a friend,
Or calling his son?
Is he having a cup of coffee,maybe with his best friend
Before going to work at the printing press?
Or is he going to build a deck today for a friend,
Or make a piece of furniture from scraps of wood?
Is he cutting up fruit for a pie,or baking hot biscuits?
Is he sad as he sits with his loneliness?
Or is he grateful for holding himself there?
Is he watching his hummmingbird pollinating a fading flower,
Giving him hope that spring will come again?
is he reading the ads in the paper,looking for a new home?
Will he be breaking bread with friends and family on Christmas?
Will he,ever,think of me
In the middle of the night when all is still but his own breathing?
Will he feel gratitude for our friendship?
Will he realize that I could have given him what he so desperately needed,
To be really seen,heard and held for who he is?
These things and more I ponder each and every day
AS I know a part of me is in him,
And a part of him is in me.
And we both sit in our self imposed lonliness.
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