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My world is a series of tilts and turns
Ups and downs
Indecision and confusion and
Uncertainty.
Tilt is joyous and filled with hope.
Turn is filled with sadness and
futile attempts to comfort.
Tilt is a mini-chocolate cake.
Happy birthday mom. You are
86.
Turn is handholding and
futile attempts to comfort.
Tilt is balloons and chocolate pudding.
Turn is pale and vacant eyes and
futile attempts to comfort.
Tilt is conversation and laughter.
Turn is the doctor's call and that
horrible question of what next?
I have no answers.
8 comments:
OH Annie,,that is a wonderful poem,,but its sad too. I sure do think about you, I know one day I will be there with my precious Mom.
You hang in there girl!
Oh and you and hubby make a great Luke and Leah!!!
Lovely poem....sad, but lovely in the thoughts you convey. I wish I had something to say that would comfort you but somehow most words seem hollow in a situation like this. But know that I'm thinking of you and sending good thoughts every day.
The photo you found is gorgeous.
Aren't we lucky to have words to express our uncertainty? I know it helps me to work through the tough times.
Sending you a big hug as you deal with the questions and search for the answers.
Great poem, which so wonderfully expresses the angst and joys of your life now. Lovely photo, too.
Sometimes the hardest thing we will ever have to do in life is to admit that we have no idea what we should do when the hardest things in life hit us.
Breathe deep, laugh often, love deeply... and know that the prayers of friends are with you still!
Annie,
Through your poem, I can see scenes from a fast-moving, tumultuous roller coaster train.
Be strong...
John.
Beautiful poem Annie. If you need to chat I'm here. Tell your mom happy birthday.
Love & hugs
Annie, this is a beautiful poem... I know this is not an easy time, as I've had to make these same decisions myself. I will keep you in my thoughts daily.
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