My best friend teaches medically fragile children
at an elementary school in New Mexico.
She texts me a picture from the desert of grass and trees.
In the foreground are gravestones and a wall of tombs lines the back.
“Visiting friends,” she says.
Two were former students.
She lost another one this past school year.
She regularly refers to her students as
The cemetery is about a mile from her house
and around the holidays it is full of color.
She says it’s comforting
knowing her kids are close by.