A poem for Karen
After high school, you
knew where your heart was —
far away from me and everyone
else who loved you
but for a greater cause . . .
The Air Force claimed you
for twenty years and with
each one that passed, I
further admired my friend
who desired to do something
that scared the shit out of me.
You have always been a tackler
of the difficult, shifting out
of comfort zones and pulling
me away from things I clung
to for safety.
Risks were your forte,
they still are.
As a dreamer, basking in
the glow of others’
spontaneous events,
I looked into your world
but could not keep my
feet in it.
I am proud of you; you are
the epitome of superhuman,
Mom de jure, and peace
when this chaotic world
rages forth.
Which birthday was it of mine
when you told the workers
at the Japanese restaurant
I was to be celebrated and
for fun and to play along,
I had to do the funky chicken
while they sang?
I nearly fainted but you
powered me on and my
reservation about publicly
embarrassing myself ended
up being the fun I needed
at that moment.
I wonder if you knew that.
I’m sure you knew that.
You were the person
who appeared out of nowhere;
on leave, ready for whatever
came our way.
You made dreams come true
without much effort.
Now that we are aging,
we still remain; young at heart
and full of life.
We have changed but
we have not changed and
for the love of everything
good and true, this is a
testament that will outlast
us.
Our story is one that
makes me smile.
We should keep
turning the pages.
Originally published via Medium.
