Orphaned February 3, 2023 Julie Roick Photo by Hannah Busing on Unsplash I wake from the dreamHe was carrying his golf clubstalking about a great gamethe game he loved so muchand gave up so long agoI was grateful he was playingthinking he was in bedsleeping or dyingHe wasn’t but then of course, he didShe doesn’t say a word to meShe rarely does during these nocturnal visits I wish she wouldShe was a woman of few words in life, tooIt might be because She has been gone longer than himby almosttwenty yearsA long timeSoon I will have lived longer on this planet without a mother than with oneThat is sadby most standardsnot really anyone’s planThere are millisecond moments when I thinkI can’t wait to tell Daddyabout a child’s achievementor a funny thing that happenedand then I remember I can’tThis is a cluball of us join God willingthe sort-of lucky onesnot feeling so lucky thoughThe painThe longingThe regretsThe missed opportunitiesThe stolen timeFriends talk about their aging parentsApologize for complainingFeel guilty they have themI wish they wouldn’tcomplain or apologizeI know what I haveand what I don’tWhat they haveand what they won’tMembership isn’t freeI want to save them from the emptinessfrom the missed milestonesfrom the watery eyesafter a dreamAnd the feeling all-day of alonenessMotherlessFatherlessof being an orphanDespite how full my life isHow much love there isHow completely I liveHow much peace I experienceI wish they could have had more time So they could seethe woman I have becomeBut maybe this womanthis maturity only comeswith being an orphan