Memento Mori, 5:40 am
Sitting on Mom's guest bed
Can't sleep, I go home later today.
Surrounded by photos of my own childhood
Her youth with my dad (gone 27 years)
Other family (some dear, many moved away)
I'm seized by the knowledge that
I'm running out of time.
Slipping through my fingers
So as best as I can I'll fling
Bottled letters into the time slips
Network some loved ones together I hope
I feel
I love her so much
I wanna take the pain from her
Her body slowly failing, crumbling
Her mind and memory bright like diamond
As she slowly continues releasing things
All the things that once made her feel safe
Or so I believe.
Things don't make me safe either, from
Loss we can't avoid
She's figured that out too
Blessing the world from her abundance
Friends, family, the charity shops
Her house gets less crowded
But
The tomato 🍅 plants in the side yard
We went to tuck them up safe in their frames
They flower, already setting fruit
And there, the worm 🐛 spoils the fruit
Drills the stem
She said I can dig up one of last season's
Volunteer tomatoes
(what we have always called the self seeded)
Take a little bit of her garden home with me.
I, too,
Will bless the world from her abundance
Hopefully to fruit and flower for more years
If I can be a frame to help her stand
I'll hold her up, like she's done for me
I guess all we ever have is the time we have
No way to know what that is, or how long
Seed, sprout, flower, fruit, seed, wither...
Sprout.
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I’m super overwhelmed and I just want to scream
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Okay I have had food and we’re gonna start our cadaver surgery in like 10 mins
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i cried today while i was at the cemetery sitting under the tree. i realized how much i’ve been bottling in my emotions and today my friend reminded me it’s okay to cry. i shouldn’t put the burden on myself. i’m allowed to express my feelings and let everything out
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