A Phobia of Flowers
by Shy Leigh
There is hell on earth.
And I have found it.
There's a crammed waiting room
full of coughing, old, bald people
And I look at her ~ so young, so beautiful.
She does not fit here.
And we wait, and we wait, and we wait
For more bad news.
My mom is dying.
MY MOM IS DYING.
The doorbell rings.
It's another vase of flowers.
I shut the door.
Author's Note: She starts chemo tomorrow...please pray for her. I love her so much.
Posted on 06/10/2004
Copyright © 2021 Shy Leigh
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/10/04 at 06:38 AM|
I, too, will pray for both of you. Good poem, getting some difficult emotions out.
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/10/04 at 07:19 AM|
and I send you my prayers for you and your family, and her of course. When my daughter was l8 and my son 21, I came down with lymphoma (non-hodgkin's cancer) suddenly, a very aggressive and scary one, and was in a year of aggressive treatments, chemo, radiation, a surgery, and I hated most putting them through all the fear and concern and ordeal. That's what broke my heart. But we made it. I pray you folks do too. Effective poem, a sad twist on a vase of flowers here.
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/09/06 at 07:53 PM|
Enjoyed reading this. Nice write. Thanks.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/26/18 at 02:33 PM|
Love the title in how it reflects what follows in the text. A few years back I could have easily written this poem (and did so in my own way), as it seemed every other week I was losing a friend or loved one to Death for various reasons. Congrats on POTD.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/26/18 at 06:15 PM|
This is quite powerful and real and sad. Congratulations on POTD.