My Pal: Part Two in Haiku


If you had asked me

over fifty years ago

if life without you

 

 

would be possible,

only reply I had then

was “impossible”.

 

 

Suddenly it’s been

nineteen long years without you,

and constant yearning.

 

 

I have slowly found

life is not impossible,

but  incomprehensible.

lawn chairs

Me and Grandma Moody…just chillin’ back in ’68. Atchison, Kansas. 1968. Photo by Kaye Vessar.

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