When I was in New Zealand on a teaching Fulbright in 1980-81, Jan and I became good friends with Martin and Diane. We had many great times together. Over the years, we stayed in contact. Return visits always included ones with them. We also enjoyed our children getting to know each other. A few years ago, Martin died tragically from cancer. This meeting was the first face-to-face with Diane that I have had since Martin's passing. For me it was a time of closure for a loss of a dear friend. This poem, Diane, speaks to some of those thoughts.
Diane and Patrick enjoying lunch at the Wool Shed
Diane

Diane stopped by for a visit
Coming to the room
Six years have passed
Since Martin and her last visited
This time she alone

We spoke of family and change
And of our loss
Her husband and partner
My dear friend

We relived many memories
He a fighter to the end
Seizing last moments
Letting go only when all were ready

Diane looks good
Despite all that she has suffered
Her resilience shining through
Her family is her pride
Proudly describes their accomplishments
All finding their own paths

Martin smiling from above
And I, glad for the times
we shared
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