One of Us
but her smile brightens our hearts
as though she has always
been one of ours.
She is one we have chosen, but
living too far away.
We miss her laughter, her hugs,
the sunlight shining from her brown eyes.
We speak a few times a week,
juggling the phone
from child to adult to child, or we
huddle together all trying to be heard,
voices blending into a communal call.
It's never enough,
phone calls end too quickly,
leaving cracked voices
and tear stained I love yous.
She was not born of us
but her smile brightens our hearts
as though she has always
been one of ours.
She is one of us.
Published by Susan Elliott
Susan Elliott's poetry has appeared in both print and online formats. Susan has recently published her first two Kindle books: Wandering Through a Barely Functional Mind and Ink Blots on Paper. View profile