A mother poem
Unremitting stream of uncertainty
Flows under the surface of each day
Yet this Mother wears a smile
Like a cape of protection
Her eyes show a weary journey
Shouldering the weight of two
Isolation is the card that has been dealt
I hold mine proud
Two created you little one,
But only one stayed to raise you
Raising you from the depths of misery
Walking the line between perfect moments
And hell on earth
Slowly climbing the ladder
One step forward and two steps back
Will this save you or set you back
Moon light reading
What doctor can stop the bleeding
Praying alone my words quiet
Warm tears offer no relief
Humbled on knee’s whispering
Please god please
I will be strong just give this
one thing back to me
the bedside vigil is desperately urgent
a life is on the line
defeated night after night
but not giving up the fight
turning the check each sundown
for another round
in the quiet landscape of my mind I look for a hero
And shudder when there is none
Faith comes and like the wind
Leaving my sails flat
Those early days of disability cut so deep
Loss . . . failed prayer
Tragedy burrowed like a tick
Swelling for all to see
I failed?
My best not good enough
Hard lump in my throat
I will work you like clay
Reaching for a better day
Modeling pressing pushing
Standing back to get a better look
We have come a long way to here little one
And I never rescued you from the hand you were dealt
Or found you a hero when I was in doubt
The dust settles on this chapter
Days turn into years giving way to new fears
Perhaps I found you a hero
That was here all along
She was quiet until she found her song
Her name is mother
And like a mountain strong