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This Past Month

Poetry By: jessicanumber1
Poetry


My mother passed away suddenly just over a month ago. I had come to check on her and found her on the floor, unable to speak clearly or stand on her own. She had suffered a stroke in her brainstem and a few hours later was in a coma with no brain activity, two days later I made the decision (only child, only family member in town) to remove her from life support. This is my reflection on how things have been since then.


Submitted:Apr 11, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


The Past Month
I've spent the last month
Wondering whether I miss you
Or if it is even possible to miss you
As it seems impossible you're gone.
I've gone through boxes of your stuff
Boxes, upon boxes, upon boxes
Of memories, jammed into duffel bags,
and tucked away in ziplocks
I've driven past your room daily
Checking the lot to catch a glimpse
Of you smoking on the curb, or
Feeling your way back to your bed.
Bumped into your friends who
Hadn't heard of your departure,
And did my best to explain to them
Something that makes no sense to me.
I keep replaying situations over and over
In my cluttered, overwhelmed mind.
Sure that there was something I could have changed
Sure that this is something I'll wake up from.
All you have now are fond memories,
I've been told by a few,
But I've held on to everything
Fond or not, I miss it all.




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