My best friend had a biopsy to check for lung cancer. I called her the night before to cheer her up.


Standing By

The miles crackle
in the cellphone
Between us,
As we talk of dogs, of
Poetry and art.
And then
because you are my friend,
We speak of procedures
and treatments.
We are at that age.
We are Biopsy Boomers,
Second Opinion Seekers.
Just a little test to check,
a little operation
To fix what has
come undone.
We will be fine.
You will be fine.
My heart clenches
for just a moment.
I am too far away
To hug you.
Dammit.
No -
I will not cry.
I called to make you laugh!





Poetry by Becca Allison
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Written on 2008-04-14 at 02:57

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
The passage of time that we walk through by ourselves and with our friends - we reach out, they reach out and hopefully the laughter of true friendship can heal. A lovely poem and so true of what life is about

Elle x
2008-04-14


Kathy Lockhart
beautiful sharing of friendship and care. The reason why we have each other. Standing together makes us stronger in the storms of life. : )
2008-04-14