I Miss My Friend Sheila Often (COVID)

Died a few years ago we celebrate her birthday

each July she would drive over here many nights

when Noah was very young when we were alone

in the house during the week everyone else would arrive

on  weekends  Sheila’d drive over with a grandchild

or two or three a bottle of wine she  couldn’t believe we had

Only One Child Sheila had ten infinite subject matter

always Doing Something so was Sheila

married a few times had a boyfriend for a while he was

young she said he had Energy she took care of

Alzheimers patients some had been famous once

they couldn’t remember  Sheila sang to them

once she had an Alzheimers fourth of July barbecue

a guest put her hamburger into her navy blue clutch

For Later Sheila said.  When I think of summer

I think of Sheila  how she would visit  so many

nights and with her beautiful Irish accent she’d

sit right down and begin.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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