Dealing with the loss of my wonderful mother in my own way.
It’s Wednesday which means Poetry Club at good ol’ Jessica Slavin’s blog. Her poem today is Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost: Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn … Continue reading
“When we go school shopping, I want to get new sneakers,” Layla says. “My pink ones are getting too small.” My heart starts racing. “We can get new ones,” I tell her. But I probably sound like a zombie, like I have a million times in the last seven months. I’m thinking about my mom … Continue reading
Wake up gasping from dreams She pounds from inside my head Thoughts thick as the smoke in the sky At 10:15 p.m. on the 4th of July Continue reading
Today I don’t want to grieve. I don’t want to cry, but the dam is breaking. Too strong for too many days and now the crash. I can’t get her out of my head. The last day we spent together before the hospital. It seems so close that I could reach out and grab her … Continue reading
On Monday something in my Reader caught my attention. It was the opening line of a post entitled “Life Rafts,” by Tamara (pronounced Tam-ah-rah) on her blog Mainely Sane. Tamara started out, “Everyone has something that they don’t talk about.” And she had me hooked already. Spoiler alert: The thing Tamara doesn’t like to talk … Continue reading
Contrary Mom 