I Was the Poetry, You were the Prose

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Every year since Mimmi passed, I try to create a poem on her birthday. Credit for this amazing photo goes to Melody Mainville… You were the laughter In your sons eyes. You were the tears Cried. You were the two a.m Best friend Call When my heart Felt like it had been Torn in two. I was your California Sissy, You always called me Chickadee. And I was the Shoulder You cried on Literally. You were peach ice-cream And boiled peanut Memories. Honestly at times I felt like a Complete idiot I was unlatched trunks Runaway wheelchairs Thank God nobody got hurt Now looking back I can laugh Memories. You were Never take Life for granted Live each day Like it may be Your last. You were People stare I don’t care I’ll tell them Wild stories. I was holding back Laughter, As you Stood their Straight faced Telling them The reason you We’re an amputee Was a lion Attacked you In the zoo. I was holding back Laughter until we walked Away, And then soon I could hold it No more Laughing until I cried. I was your Pizza dipped into Ranch. It’s a California Thing Sissy. You were Banana and Mayo Sandwiches. I was yuck I love you girlie But I’m not eating That. I was the letter You wrote Telling me It was all catching up To you, I’m clinically Depressed, I’m sorry if I haven’t been the Best friend I could be. I was Don’t be silly girl You’ve been nothing But the best friend To me, Call me, Write me, Email me Anytime you Need me. I was the poetry You were the prose. © Michelle R Kidwell August.16.2017