A few days after my husband died, I was contemplating about whether I would receive some kind of message from him. Other people had said their loved one had done so. I did not hear his voice, which was good because that would have been scary. My message was more in the form of a picture (quite possibly manufactured by my own inventive mind?) The words that came up were, “We are all part of the same thing.”

So, I wrote a poem…

WE ARE ALL PART OF THE SAME THING

Nothing about a person is their ALL

Whether Liberal, Conservative,

Or NDP.

Cancer surviver, addicted,

Or ill mentally.

Whether they are

Gay, trans or

Begattable,

It really doesn’t matter

We are all a part of

The same thing.