by Jacquie Trudeau, age 72
(Minneapolis MN USA)
Oh mirror of myself, where have you gone?
I can't see where I am without your voice
Reflecting back absurdities; always our choice
For helpless laughs sustaining us till dawn
More times than I can count. What of our plan
To live together, old women by the sea
Wearing caftans, getting fatter, palm trees
Clicking in the breeze, our only fan.
Who else will join with me to share that view.
Who else will see the humor in that dream,
Sip icy lime with rum on our lanai
And half believe it really will come true.
As obvious to others as it seemed--
I never did believe that you would die.
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