A journey in creativity and faith
We draw close to each other
In the light of the street air
which squeezes trough the shades
A drop of air creaks back and forth between the windpipe and the lungs
My hand softly on your burning skin
You groan, pant
want to draw your breath
I sit beside you
You have an adult look
The tiny rasping breast
I hold you in my arms
My soul cries out for help
We hold on to a border of a garment
A second
Spirit
Air in a small mouth
We cling to the Word of life
It was time to have my teeth examined, and I was anxious if my dental hygienist would find holes in my teeth. As I was about to lie down in the dentist’s chair, she asked me: “you have heard that Susan (my dentist) is not here anymore?”
“What?” I had no idea what she was talking about. “Susan is not here anymore…two weeks ago she died in a very tragic accident”.
For five years I had attended her clinic, she had fixed many holes in my teeth. She was a kind, warm, sweet woman. Susan was a person you cannot avoid loving. I only knew her from my dentist appointments, but she was a wonderful caring person. We talked about our children, we talked about our lives. She was a woman, who cared. I was safe in her arms, and now she was gone. Her husband and children had lost her too soon. It made no sense, I found no meaning. I had lost a friend.
I dedicate this post to the ones who have lost a loved one.
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