In Memory of Pamela

the phone cord coiled, attached to the wall — i can’t reach you. the hours and hours we’d spend, chitchatting would come to an end. your humor, your face — once in a while visaged in my mirror...your countenance mine. though we’re related by twin mothers, i never saw it, before you died. but you shine your light under my lids — i can still see you though our converse has been carried out. i miss you so deeply, affectionately and poignantly. gratefully cognizant of your place in Christ. 12/8/2019 Memorial of a Loved One Poetry Contest Sponsor: Chantelle Cooke