a typewriter poem for a woman who lost her husband a few months ago
A little back story on this one. I was typing a poem for someone else when I felt this woman to my left. She was waiting patiently for me to finish the previous transaction and then said: “Please can you write me a very specific poem? My husband died unexpectedly a couple of months ago…” She told me that when he was taking his final breaths, the sun shone on him and, after he died, went back behind the clouds. I took her phrase “ray of sunshine” as inspiration, typed this out, got emotional, read it to her and we cried together. She hugged me and told me that I was the reason she had ventured out today. She is the reason I write.