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.