The Other Ones
My other children say
why can’t you live for US now?
You spent so much time away from us and we never complained
because we understood.
But we are living and he is gone.
And how do I explain?
You don’t need me like he did.
You are healthy and whole. You need me so little,
and he needed me so much.
You are NOT the “other ones”
You are not less important because you need me less,
You are just as beloved and precious.
And yet that still cannot take away how much I miss him.
And the fact that it felt like it was me showing up,
who made the difference.