Category: mom


writing through the pain

received the worst of news

yesterday

her bowels are partially blocked

i’m still in shock.

counts are through the roof

they are going to try something new

its the last thing they can try

i am terrified.

there is a chance

this one will shut her system down

no warning

doc said with a frown.

we all know she is dying

and there isn’t much time

but that doesn’t change me being frightened

or terrified.

what if i don’t get a chance to say goodbye?

don’t tell me to grow a pair

i knew this has been coming

so stop the damn tears.

i’ve heard that 2 times already

it doesn’t help my fears.

I DONT CARE that i’m adopted

she is MY MOM understand?

she is also the closest friend

i’ve ever had.

i am so scared

and feel so alone

when the doc confides

that SHE is scared

it terrifies me

to the the bone.

gotta go blow my nose

again

i wonder when my sobbing will end

I hate cancer.

Thank you baby for this wonderful poem and pics. I miss you too.

Inhale this college Town

By Ashley L.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wake up
turn over
then look out the window.
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It all seems so normal now,
so normal to wake up and turn and look.
~
So normal to get up and see.
So normal to stumble to the kitchen for coffee or tea.
Inhale.
Breathe in this college town.
~
The silent sounds still everything.
No one is up in this part of the world.
No one is up in this college town.
~
But it’s normal now.
So normal to stumble, tea, hear nothing.
~
Wake, turn, window,
get up, see, tea, hear nothing.
Just breathe. And wait.
~
Sit. Inhale.
Just sit and wait while hearing nothing
wait for those moments
when small breezes bring a whiff of home through this college town. .
~
So normal now.
Sit, wait, inhale, hear nothing.
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And only in these moments
Does it hit your nose
those small breezes that bring a whiff of home through this college town.
~
The humidity of desert storms
Mother’s vanilla that sweep off her hair
and the air that’s warm and not sweet.
~
Sit and inhale.
Sit and inhale.
For those moments of wonderful smells.
~
Sit, smell, wait.
Wait for those moments of home
that might eventually waft through this college town