Thursday, January 12, 2017

Happy Birthday, Sis!

In Loving Memory

Mary Lynn Stricklin Horton

January 12, 1937-December 2, 1990

Let's just pretend, because it is your birthday,

that the lump in your breast was a mosquito bite

that disappeared in a few days and your life

stayed normal, if normal can describe life.

I will call you up and tell you to come by, the

coffee is on and there is coconut cake.

We'll talk about hair color and plants. You will be

amazed at how the grandchildren have grown. 

We will speculate about Rosie's new man

and how high the price of groceries will rise

because of the early freeze. I will make you a

copy of that quilt pattern you've been wanting.

We will giggle at old stories: the time you broke

your foot riding a bicycle, the leaves in the chicken stew.

We will groan about our weight gain and I will say

your boobs are as big as the moon.

 We will refuse to talk about cancer. We won't

think about chemicals and radiation and

Lord help us get through this.  There will be no

emaciated body that lost its strength to talk about.

When it is getting close to suppertime, we will hug

and I will say Happy Birthday and you will say

Forty, again, and then you will go home.

But not very far, so I won't miss you.

~Wanda Stricklin Robertson