It is raining in Boston.
My friend is in an ambulance on those wet roads,
traveling from hospital to hospice.
I am in sunny California,
folding laundry, realizing
she will never fold laundry again.
Neither of us ever cared for housework things
but today, expecting I will have tomorrows,
I do not complain.
Wendy Freborg is a former editor and retired social worker whose first nationally published poem appeared in the teen magazine Ingenue in 1964. More recently, her work has been featured in Right Hand Pointing, Peeking Cat Literary Review, Red Lemon Review, WestWard Quarterly, The Orchards Poetry Journal and in the anthology Marriage Lifespan Vol. 6. She has one husband, one son, two grandchildren, enough friends and too many doctors. The pleasures in her life are her family, travel, crossword puzzles, learning new things, and remembering old times.
