With Right of Survivorship
From: Fine Black Lines: reflections on facing cancer, fear and loneliness. Mulberry Hill Press, 1998.
(for Ann)
Hard it is to lose a friend
Whose dying could foretell my end
And hard it is to pick up strands
Of living, when those other hands
Are stilled which often soothed my brow
And gave me courage up to now.
There is no way to understand
Why she is gone - and I am here.