A Family Visit
It’s all too clear.
The light has left again
And the grey begins
To creep back to the vacant
Corners of your eyes.
As you sit silent
We calculate with careful
Barely moving fingers
What number this will be,
Counting all the times
You’ve had to pace
Those dismal halls before;
My heart sinks at the thought:
And how many more?
Moving In
It’s that feeling of falling,
Heart in throat,
Stomach in chest,
And no more futile stalling.
Up the stairs to your new place,
With all you haven’t lost
And all that you will
In hand, its fate: to be erased.
Your laugh cuts straight through
Any lingering hope
And any doubt of what
We know to be in store for you.
The drive home. No words exchanged.
All that’s left is fear
And waiting for the call
When hospital beds must be arranged.
1 comment:
You have put to into words so eloquently what I have wished so desperately to be able to describe. You are such an amazingly gifted, sweet young man and I am so proud. I just wish I could take the pain away for you, for Nick, and for all of us.
Love,
Mom
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