Amarantha

autumn

Across the ocean wide.
Your home I’ve not seen.
Electronic gadgets our link.
This friend I’ve not met.

I have not heard your voice.
Yet, I have talked with you.
Words sent back and forth.
We talked about everything and some.

You are my foreign friend.
I could call you my pen-pal.
But I think word-pal fits better.
This friend I’ve yet to meet.

Then came news from you.
Telling me death is impatient.
The countdown speeding up.
This friend I will never meet.

Your sense of humour wicked.
Gothic themes for weddings.
Zombies and coffins as decors.
This friend who loves Halloween.

A few months have gone by.
It is not if but when you go.
Only a miracle will intercede.
We continue in prayer, in hope.

Plants, a hobby you enjoy.
The Hibiscus your favourite.
This is my national flower.
This friend “the crazy plant lady.”

The internet our backyard.
I feel you close, no ocean.
Click send, faster than lightning.
This friendship founded online.

Through a words game we met.
Without fail we compete.
Our last game has not finished.
It timed-out, another reminder.

You gave us updates each day.
Your sense of humour never-failing.
Today your daughters took over.
Sadness spreads, is this the end?

At first, cries of fear.
Then cries of hope.
Now cries of joy.
You keep on fighting.

(A poem for Karen Nordgren.)

By C.E. Pereira
(4-10-2016)

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