Apr 24, 2008
I am home now, and I was looking through my journals from High School. I found this poem I wrote the day my dad died, but really it reminds me of when my mom called to tell me she had breast cancer.
The news was brief, but its context ever lasting.
A permanent change, our hearts forever gasping.
A future no longer known,
it came and tore down that security we’d created on our own.
It arrived with out warning, no threatening sound no piercing sign,
just came with a voice at the other end of the line.
We’ve witnessed the definition of having a last day,
we’ve heard every attempt at making it feel okay.
No button, no restart could be pushed to make it disappear,
So we wake up, go on and hope away the fear.
Well make it count try to help it last,
now that we know how life can slip so fast.
It arrived without warning, with nothing at all.
Behind a ring and a hello, all it took was a phone call.
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