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she tells me.
by Scott Cadence
my grandmother tells me...
my Mother is dying.
what years of knowing
still has not prepared me
for this,
and brings tears
that are instant
at the thought.
february I will own
my first property.
my grandmother tells me
it's good that I'm closer now,
so we can support each other
through this.
I look at the walls and the ceiling
with color swatches,
and underneath the paint
is the knowledge
I will grieve here.
In this place
my life will inevitably
change.
My Mother.
you see...
She is my inspiration.
She is more apart of me than I am
of myself.
I told someone recently
that everything happens for a reason,
and that I realize
I am who I am
because of the strength
I see in her.
That perhaps
experiencing this
will shape me in ways
I can't yet see.
I partially believe this.
but right now,
I see no good.
Right now
I need her.
I need to know we can laugh tomorrow.
That she will continue to have the answers,
so I can be the light
she swears she sees in me.
oh please God,
don't take her from me.
I can't imagine
a life without her.
please don't.
because my grandmother tells me...
there is no lesson
worth this.
01/24/2008 Author's Note:
You can never spend too much time with your Mother, never.
Posted on 01/25/2008
Copyright © 2024 Scott Cadence
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/25/08 at 12:13 PM Oh Scott. My prayers are with you and your mother. Let the light she knows is in you, shine brightest for her now. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 02/15/08 at 01:47 AM My heart goes out to you. My prayers are with you. I wish you comfort and softness when you are dealing with something so harsh. Much love to you and your family, ~N |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/17/08 at 03:38 PM The way you have introduced this, with the words of your "grandmother" immediately lets us know how difficult this is, the older warning about the younger. Then the information about "property" is an unexpected element. The voice of love and sincerity is as strong as the heartache. I was especially moved by the instrumental interludes, and the clocklike pulse that accentuates the "waiting" time in the accompanying music here. |
| Posted by David Garner on 03/20/08 at 02:09 PM Beautiful. You and your family are in my thoughts. |
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