For Susan Wall

Today I read a good mother died.
She was 54 years old.
Today I thought about her kids.
My classmate and neighbors.
Helping each other is what neighbors did back then.
We helped each other a lot back then.

Today I took my classmate's advice.
I told my mom I love her.
I spent time with my husband.
I sent a letter to my daughter.
I told my supportive friends I need them.

Today I walked my dog.
Today I didn't care what people think of me.
Today I did the right things.
Today I'm glad to be alive.
Today I read a good mother died.

Thanks to Jethro for his blog.