It was our mantra…
the way we made it through
the days when it was just you
and me alone in the house with
the death that stalked us at
every turn. Like sonar pinging
from sub to sub through the
inky black waters of the abyss
you still here? i’m still here.
OK? OK.
after the crazy exertion of just standing up
OK? OK.
after the long hard walk down a short hall
OK? OK.
after sinking gratefully onto our soft bed
OK? OK.
after lying back, letting me cover you,
breathing a deep sigh of release
OK?
30 plus years ago we had this house built. The cupboards and floors, windows, bricks even the sofa are all showing their age. Spots, stains and streaks here, crumbling mortar there, countertops starti
Dearest Daughter, I am right beside you. Can’t you see me? Yes, I can see you, but you are not here. Your eyes and your self are far away from this place. Dad, where are you? Dearest Daughter, I am th
Dear ____________, I am the other side of your equation. You worry for those you will leave behind. But me? I am the one who has been left. I used to think we were different, but now I’m not so sure.