Just Fooling Around With Bee said: So today we celebrate the love we have shared with lost friends!
To those who went
The scene a cafe in town we met for a coffee. The usual kiss on the cheek coffee brought and then I ventured “What did you mean on the phone, yesterday. Why don’t you want to see my son’s wedding photos. ” Looking me straight in the eye she said ” If I am not good enough to go to the wedding I don’t want to see the photos.” It was like she had punched me in the chest the pain was immense and lasted for days. I told her I had been told I could not have any friends as the guest list was tight and as there were lots of family on my side I had to be fair and I had agreed. It was their day after all.
I am not sure how I managed to drink my coffee and chat, I left in a daze, gutted is the word. That was it the end of a twenty year friendship , three years later it still hurts .
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To F
Why did you change
What made you act so strange.
So close we had been
Through our trails we’d seen
Your words cut me like a knife
Then you walked out of my life.
The pain cut so deep , deeper than
The pain caused by any man.
I had trusted you so much
We communicated with a smile or a touch.
I was there for you when you needed me
And you had always helped when the answer I could not see.
Your words cut me like a knife
Then you walked out of my life.
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This second poem is to Karen who died from Cancer in December 2010. You may be gone Karen but I will never forget you !
To Karen
❤❤❤❤
Karen
I rang her each day for over a year,
I begged to come see her but she would not let me near.
We laughed with each other often but more often we cried.
I wanted to be with with her but her fears, this to me denied.
I begged her to fight it she told me she was tired
I nagged and bullied she said I was fired!
Things never got better she slipped from my grasp
I tried hard to see her but she still refused, so I did as she asked.
Then finally the day came and I got the call
At last I got to visit , not that she knew at all.
I talked of blue skies and beaches and clouds
I did not whisper I told her out loud.
She was struggling for breath then I caught her eye in a moment of clarity
I told her I loved her she flashed at me “no pity!”
Her hands were dirty her nails were lined black
Her pain and the squalor are the memories that keep coming back.
I spent four days in her company
I could not believe what I had to see.
I hated her suffering as she breathed her last,
Sadly these horrid memories stuck in my mind, the ones which I cannot get past.
It was a foggy freezing December day
When we all met at the Crematorium our goodbyes to say.
To a larger than life, loud colourful girl
Who with a flash of her eyes could set our working day in a whirl.
I sat there sobbing but she had to have the last word
“Get a grip you silly cow” were the words that I heard.
Then as her coffin disappeared for her final bow
She went out with a flourish to Queen’s ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’.
Karen 1958 – 2010
This is Just fooling around with Bee Idea for a February daily challenge! To suit her spoilt inner child…. and mine come to that so here we go! Hold on to your heart! Join in here and here