someone's mother (9/28/16)
07/27/2017
Today I learned of the death two years ago of someone I once knew,
barely and briefly.
I can see her face, almost, skimming over the surface of a previous decade
I remember her glasses and her long hair
and looking down at her as she spoke with quiet nervous energy;
hardened with confidence worn out
not yet worn away
I know she loved her girls, but I remember little else.
Maybe I'll revisit this later.
Her name was Michelle.