Lucky Me Unlucky You

The Poem

It’s a little ironic that Sue wrote this poem about a dear friend that died and now the same poem applies so perfectly to her.

 

The Picture

To me, November is a dark month. It’s the month of Remembrance Day, my mother’s passing, Sue’s passing, as well as several others. This portrait of my father is painted from a photo taken on the day of my mother’s funeral…in November.

 

Lucky Me Unlucky You

Should I say that I loved you and nobody’s above you

or say that it wasn’t that way

All the times we drove home and we laughed and we cried

Now my dear friend has died

And I still can’t believe that you’re gone

 

No one that had known you could say that without you

the world would be better that way

I still can’t believe that you’re gone

 

You were so damn good thought you’d be the son

To get that first knock out round one

Now it’s all undone

 

Should that be the last time I ever would see your face

How did you ever leave such a space

Never thought that would be the last time

 

Life’s so strange and people do change

and you’re never sure what you’ll get

Life’s rearranged now that you took that train

but I thank my stars that we met

 

You still said I was the best kept secret of anyone you knew

I wasn’t sure

but I thought that the only one who could see me was you

And that came true

We’re just calls that never got through

 

By: Susan Michaud

 

Widower

“The Widower” By: Sylvia Arthur

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