This month, I've been preoccupied with the daily news; yet, I've found strength in reading about how others have overcome challenges (Boat Baby). Today, I'm writing about a challenging time. My mini-memoir.
Fall is still my favorite,
Yet, that year,
As the leaves put on their show,
My marriage ended,
My family disintegrated,
I welcomed grandchildren,
My home base became my car.
My days and nights were a blur
Newborn snuggles, interspersed with hospice care.
As the seeds of spring took root,
The leaves put on that final show,
She sat in her rocker,
We watched Rachel Ray and talked. Then,
My mother passed in the night.
I sat quietly as her caregiver packed and left
Noticing the leaves giving up,
I sat quietly, reflecting as people came and went.
Watching the leaves falling slowly.
I sat quietly, reflecting, feeling exhausted as
My sister emptied the pills.
Were the leaves grieving in their own way?
I sat quietly, reflecting, feeling exhausted and empty as
The leaves covered the ground.
5 comments:
Your mini-memoir has a beautiful backdrop that cushions the intensity of reality. I lean into your loss as I have mine. May your days be filled with memories that bring peace.
I had some trouble trying to access your blog but I finally found it.
I changed the comment that you linked, so don't worry about the blog access.
Your poem captures the grief of the moment. Maybe the repetition, maybe the leaf, maybe the contrast of the beauty with the emotion of the events. The grandchildren bring me happiness for you, though... looking forward to stories about them.
Wow, what a powerful poem. In my mind, the leaves falling were a perfect mirror to the different ways loss showed up. And while the new leaves of spring are distant from the fall, we know it will happen. That hopefulness and promise of new life was mirrored in the arrival of your grandchildren.
Your poem is full of vulnerability and grief. Thank you for sharing a piece of yourself with us.
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