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If Only, I and II
by Nicoletta LaMarca Sacco
If only he . . .
My best friend’s father died when she was five.
We had met in fourth grade, assigned seats at adjacent desks
Her dad’s bright future suddenly gone
His pretty, capable wife, four kids carried on
Beloved rabbits with champion’s ribbons; so much laughter
Music, shared secrets, sleepovers; lonely at times despite a house full
I was welcome at their table every holiday
Or just because the bus was late
Their father would be proud
If only he were here
If only she…
My husband’s mother died when he was just a boy
He had cared for her, despite frequently moving mid-year
Crushed, he bore the weight of grief so young, the loss
of the one who would have encouraged and soothed him
Nothing I do, I’m aware
Helps cherish the memories I could not share
To quell the curiosity
about how things might be today
If only she had stayed
As many, but not all, mothers do.
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