by Ami Heller


Ruth Dolores Weiss – I Love (This Blue Life of Mine)

Come here.
Sit next to me.
Let us talk for a minute.
You are older now.
All grown up.
And you have conquered the disease.
So we can converse about it.
You can express thoughts and feelings now.
Your mother and I are very pleased.
If you ever feel like you cannot communicate.
Or articulate yourself.
Pick a poem.
A novel even.
An image.
Maybe a song.
We will understand.
Just wanted to let you know.
There is always an alternative.
You can achieve clarity.
What is that?
You chose a song.
Shall I play it?
All right.
Press play.