You were middle aged
when we were twenty-seven,
but we didn’t know.
I feel like I am just beginning,
but you have ended.
I can not get my head around
this unexpected cutting
of a thread that should still be winding
through our tapestry.
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Shawn L. Bird 
sorry for your loss 😦
Weird thing when one of your peers dies.
Sure is, tough to reconcile.
…and so it goes. Reminders of mortality, although not always welcome, are also part of that tapestry.
Yes, I suppose that’s true.
Old souls need cuddling, it is said. I would not know, being still a 25-year-old heart in a 67-year-old frame.
Beautiful words
Perfect words.
Strange how we put our own interpretations on other people’s poems. To me, your poem was about the loss of a relationship and not death, until of course, I read the tags. My interpretation reflects where I am in my life and not the death of your friend.
Sorry for your loss.
Amy Jo
And such is poetry! Once it’s left the pen, it no longer belongs to the poet, and any interpretation is valid.
This is my response to your poem.
Betty
We were
Young moms together
My daughter in a bright sled,
Sliding across Wascana lake
Red on white
Your son in a sturdy navy stroller
Cutting through the snow.
Blue on white
Laughter in the cold sunshine
Later sipping hot chocolate and reading to the kids
As they settled for a nap.
We never prepared for this day.
Your rosy cheeks are gone
Laughing voice but a whisper
Holding on
Wanting to see your daughter graduate
There is never enough time.
Your flame blown out and all that is left is
Grey on white
So great! Thanks for that!
Very moving very deep,rip and you opened up and it wasn’t easy, respect to you