Living life to the full - our next breath could be our last...
whilst we waste our
b r e a t h the meal ordered took too long someone takes their l a s t cut down ~ bloodied holes that pierced the skin or sliced with steel paper thin he refused to carry weapons his crime? wrong place ~ wrong time
on a cold and stony road she lies gasping for her final breath hit by one who drank ~ who swore he didn't see her car, she wore no safety belt
alone in an empty lane ~ forgotten old feeble, slouched on cold brick walls his organs failing from abuse his begging plea no longer heard
he's old he hears them whisper ~ had a good innings, he hears them say as he lies on starch white sheets his maker to carry him away
and someone is breathing their f i r s t on crackly sheets, fluorescent lights mother breathing ~ child's head crowned silent moments, body held, gasp of air cries of joy, as her baby enters the world
the trip to hospital so far away traffic bad, anxious, panting, blowing air can't wait, it's now, it's coming now the car not quite a manger but ~ matters how?
toiling hard under summer sun no doctors on this round she squats and helps deliver her new son upon the ground
by an empty lane alone she grabs her tummy, pain is real, she's scared she's young, as water pools around her feet crouches screaming till her baby breathes
so with every breath you take try not to use it too complain for breath AS LIFE ~ A PRECIOUS thing a commodity we shouldn't waste
I am the Author of The Empty Nest- A Mother's Hidden Grief. (EPub) This is available through Lulu and Amazon. The memoir is the story of my life as a mother, with an emphasis on the unspoken grief, which accompanies the process of letting go of one’s children as they grow up. As much as a mother loves her children, she must endure, at many stages of their growth, the pain of losing them. The inevitable “cutting of the ties” culminates when the day arrives for her children to leave home. For many women, this time coincides with profound personal changes of menopause and fiftieth birthdays. My own recent experience of this process prompted me to revisit my life as a mother, and to delve into the journals which I had kept since I was pregnant with my two daughters, some twenty years ago. The journals reveal the learning curves of motherhood and I was able to use this material to form both the chronological backbone of the memoir, and to expose the “heart” of the story in the touching and personal moments that I had recorded. Here are the links if you are interested.