Helen "HP" Rivers

My home is full of gifts
from people I don’t know anymore,
mosaic of must-haves and
might-have-beens

How do I give away
an ugly ceramic chicken from
someone I will never see again?
I never liked it in the first place,
They never really understood
my style, but I do miss the way
they used to call me
friend.

I don’t even tell my child
When they ask about a ghost –
They still call you auntie.
I still call you friend.
It’s easier this way,
No need for more grief –
the world is already so cold.

I still pray for you,
Truly. I’m still so proud of
how bright you shine.