Heard, and noted.
[ 1 ] Yesterday, I heard this poem while driving.
The Committee Weighs In, I tell my mother I’ve won the Nobel Prize.
Again? she says. Which discipline this time?
It’s a little game we play: I pretend
I’m somebody, she pretends she isn’t dead.
[ 2 ] An hour later, I heard this story from a friend.
She had three young kids, lived passionately. She did work she loved, her family was everything, she volunteered, gave to everyone, she had that life. Forty-eight, energetic, driven, healthy and happy. The diagnosis was only stage two. Even though they said it was in only in one breast, she had both removed. It was in the second. She was a bright light, the kind of woman you admired. Within a year it was in her liver. Maybe because she lived so brightly, her light burned out fast.
I hear things when they are told to me, but do I listen? Do you?