If GRACE would allow
If I COULD find a way
To weave a SONIC poem
Pulling echos of your voice
From across the years
It would be a TONIC
For my soul

Georg’ann

It’s evening, the day was
a difficult one for you.
Almost ready to give in
Before the show we talked
about panic, death, not seeing
the progression of lives you love

Yet here you sit next to me
laughing heartily at BLACK humor in a silly CRIME series
Almost choking on peanut
m & ms,

more dark humor, this was not how
we’d thought you’d go,
by way of a snack attack.

A wince as the PINCH on your nerve
sends pain waves on a SONIC journey
throughout your body.
I take a sip of my gin and TONIC, ice clinks
Or was that the sound of my heart cracking.

Heather