by Terry Kettering
There's an elephant in the room.
It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around
it. Yet we squeeze by with "How are you?" and "I'm
fine" And a thousand other forms of trivial chatter.
We talk about the weather.
We talk about work.
We talk about everything else - except the elephant
in the room. There's an elephant in the room.
We all know it is there.
We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together.
It is constantly on our minds.
For, you see, it is a very big elephant.
It has hurt us all.
But we do not talk about the elephant in the room.
Oh, please, say her name.
Oh, please, say "Barbara" again.
For if we talk about her death,
Perhaps we can talk about her life.
Can I say "Barbara" to you and not have you look away?
For if I cannot, then you are leaving me
Alone...In a room...
With an elephant.
Gloria mom to Josiah 11/12/03- 12/4/03 @ 26wks pre e
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