Heart Attack
I woke this morning listening
my mother in her room
shuffling out of bed
the clank of her walker as it strikes the floor
one uneven
beat
at a time
A week out of the hospital
A week since her heart clinched
a cough that rattled the house
and breathing was like drowning
A week since Loss, that bastard squatter,
crept into my breast early
and waits
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thanks for sharing how it feels to be ay home and held on such excruciating tenterhooks
Thank you, Gaby.🌹
raw and poignant- grief is hard
Yes, it is. Thank you for your kindness.
Well, hopefully, Linda, you understood when I said “Yes, it is,” I was referring to grief. I just realized how awkward my reply was! Thank you for your comment.
Powerful and poignant.
Yes to: A week since Loss, that bastard squatter,
crept into my breast early
and waits
Thank you, Pam.🌹
You captured this pain so well. The line, “A week since Loss, that bastard squatter,” strong. I loved the form— this reads so well. “and waits” — so strong, too.