Canning Apples

We peel
the Apples.
We cook
the apples.
We can the apples
and in
between,
we find
again,
why we
are friends.
Why God brought
us together.
I go upstairs
you use
your bathroom.
I see all the
pictures
of your daughter
that passed.
How did you
turn out so
strong.
you come
down
the hall
and see me
looking
at one
of the pictures.
She was beautiful
i say.
You reply,
she is beautiful.
you turn around
to go back
into the kitchen.
I say,
and so are you.
My friend.
you are gone.
Maybe you did
not hear.
No,
you did.
As I go back into
the kitchen
you are canning
apples like
nothing has happened.
I should be
strong like
you.
I hope to be.