Crushed Rock is about my mom's last days...for her a bit brighter.
When December hardened football fields, before Christmas,
my parent’s address changed. My Dad in shock--
six children--buried the rock of our family.
Devoured by cancer, we watched her wane away;
two years she laid in daze--alert enough
to watch wall clock for nurses appearance and painkillers.
Her youngest daughter, only six, and dressed in red;
ushered via the back staircase. “Beautiful,” Mom said.
She closed both eyes and made us motherless daughters.
whoa....the pain of losing someone in such away
it is a struggle (to say the least)in the reality
of death of such a figure, as mom.
right to the pit this piece went right to the soul
sorry for you and your family lost.........
She also left her heart in you all. This is sad. I've seen cancer kill whole families before.
"Poor little Rosebud...why did you go? Why did you leave when you loved living so?" This is from a poem of mine dedicated to a friend who died of cancer. Your poem reminded me of her.
Thanks.
Susan
The familiar lament of dual-career parents raising children is, "I just can't do it all." The Libra Solution provides an alternative - a more satisfying and sustainable work and life approach - to the overwrought modern day norm.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
The familiar lament of dual-career parents raising children is, "I just can't do it all." The Libra Solution provides an alternative - a more satisfying and sustainable work and life approach - to the overwrought modern day norm.
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it is a struggle (to say the least)in the reality
of death of such a figure, as mom.
right to the pit this piece went right to the soul
sorry for you and your family lost.........
Poem has good rhythm and flowed my comprehension into each new paragraph
"Poor little Rosebud...why did you go? Why did you leave when you loved living so?" This is from a poem of mine dedicated to a friend who died of cancer. Your poem reminded me of her.
Thanks.
Susan