And as I am gone then… – a poem

You will stir the milk true your coffee, with a spoon of sugar.
But you do it slowly, with trembling hands.
Tears mix with the black brew.
Your husband will solve puzzles saying no word.
As if I never existed for him.
The unwelcome son, the one that got away for good.
And you will age more quickly,
your days will be wrapped in silence.
You’ll crave your shopping sprees.
Dad will give you a hard time about that.
You won’t forget me,
I am grateful for that.
You are my guarantee I’ll stay alive and well.


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