My Best Friend Died

I was busy every day, 
I went here, I went there.
It was not enough. 

I cooked, and cleaned, 
I laughed and I screamed.
It was too much? 

The car, the house, the kids,
The dog, the cat, the fish.,
all just painted into place?

Service, and smiles,
Sitting on piles…
Laundry and trash, beguiles…

A prince in a tux,
a fox in the box.
No truth to be had…just a pad.

We met on a day,
now, a long way away.
It was beautiful, it did not stay. 

Dreams of cotton, 
clouds in the sky.
Just passing by, and by…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Messina Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 10:24 PM
Ann, so sorry for your loss. Life sometimes passes us by too quickly. More often than not, too quickly. stay strong and sending prayers your way. Very nice write...hugs always.. Charlie
Foster Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 10:42 PM
Thank you so kindly. Ann
Ravidas Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 1:39 PM
I donno what I like more, your lyrics or your comments. Perhaps, both of them)
Foster Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 10:42 PM
They are a continuation of the unseen dance. :) Ann
Pandit Avatar
July 24, 2019 at 8:01 AM
Excellent poetry Ann--a potent message in your write..life passes by in mundane..too late to say it when someone has passed away.
Foster Avatar
July 24, 2019 at 10:33 AM
Some losses are greater I think when they are still alive? Wow. Ouch. Yep. It hurts. Sadly none escape eventually. Thank you for your kind words my, friend. Hugs. Ann
Lamoureux Avatar
July 23, 2019 at 12:37 PM
So sorry for your loss. It is hard to resolve feelings under these circumstances. Hugs Rick.
Foster Avatar
July 23, 2019 at 2:38 PM
Feelings, like crayons in a box. Some are just the right color, while others, give you such sad thoughts. All in the same box. Ty for your kind words. Ann
De Beaulieu Avatar
July 22, 2019 at 2:15 PM
Hello Anne Foster, it is hard to lose a friend. in my life time i have lost a few friends. i think of them often. have a nice day my friend.
Foster Avatar
July 22, 2019 at 3:04 PM
Sadly, death is just part of it. The grief is deeper when they have a choice in that matter. All forms, however, are terrible. Blessings on your day. Ann
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