It has been FOREVER since I posted… Life has been busy – between travel, moving and holidays, it is hard to get the time to write – Such a contrast to my sleepy summer schedule.
So I have been listening to The Moth Radio Hour pod-cast (NPR). I recommend it for all writers! It is such great storytelling, and I can never listen without a thousand stories of my own swirling around in my head. Need inspiration? Listen to The Moth!
Anyhoo…. The last one I listened to was called “Second Chances…” I listened to it and immediately thought of my sister… It was my inspiration for this poem!
When she succumbed At last To the demons She fought EVERY SINGLE DAY, We were in A fight. Hot, angry words Followed by years- Years of Frosty silence. Hurt pride. Smoldering anger. A day of denial. Years of anger. But. But I always thought - I always knew - I was sure - We would reconcile. We would Forgive. We would forget. Move past the anger, The hurt. It was simply a matter A matter of who... Who... Who would Call who first. Who would Beg forgiveness. Who would Explain. Who would Cry. We had done it before. We had bared Our hearts before. I was sure, Sure we would again. Stubbornly, It would not be me. Not Me. I was unshakable. I was mad. I was single-minded. I was adamant. Dumb, stubborn anger. Before I knew it, It became Too. Long. I closed my eyes And it was Too Long. Time and Distance Made it easy to forget. Forget. And I forgot. Years went by And I didn't even Think. About. It. About. Her. And I got the call And there she lay Her breath harsh Labored. And though she was THERE, she Was really not THERE. So I held her hand I held her hand And listened to Her breathe. I held her hand, Her nails Perfectly manicured Of course. I held her hand That still morning And watched the Sun, The sun rising behind her The mountains Silhouetted against A pink and purple sky And the air was cold And Crisp And Clear. It was beautiful and Breath-taking and the irony was Heart-breaking. Since it was Simply a matter Of WHO would Ask forgiveness first, I asked. But of course she Couldn't give it.