Some mornings sadness drapes itself over me
guised as a hand knitted wrap, comfortable and warm
but it’s filled with shock and despair, pain of the heart.
A dear friend vital, healthy and full of life, a traveler
knitter, writer, and artist, felled by disease in her
younger than I body. Can’t walk, can’t talk, can’t go and do.
Another friend has cancer, a long road ahead, surgery, chemo,
tests and no hair. Some mornings sadness drapes itself