When a Friend Dies

you lost him

but not his stories.

Evan a few weeks ago

one of our long long lunches

at Eli Zabars he liked it there

I did not  but he was

in the middle of treatment

so he picked. I asked him

why he wouldn’t dance with me

in nursery school.

I was upset and told my father.

We could dance my father said.

I want to dance with Evan.

Just wait said my father.

When you’re older you’ll both dance.

At Eli Zabar’s we did.

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.

3 Comments

  1. I so appreciate your post. Life passes so quickly, moments are not long enough, yet the memory will last untilwe at last breathe our last.

  2. Full circle! As we age, we experience death frequently. It doesn’t get easier.. but it’s a mitzva to aid them on their way… It’s what friends do.. your words help us do the same.

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