DEAR FRANCES By Frances H. Kakugawa
Do you know what bothers me at times? When I see my wife Fran just sleeping, unable to speak anymore. I wonder if she’s comfortable or if she’s in pain. I wish I knew what she was thinking. I can’t tell. I know she is still here because when I kiss her and tell her I love her, sometimes there’s a smile on her face. Before she got ill, she was a very spiritual person and she believed she would be with her mother someday. They were very close. I like to think maybe she’s with her when she’s peacefully lying there.
I wrote this poem after thinking of what she would say to me if she could speak. Reading this comforted me, so thank you for encouraging us to write poems.