Today I may be having surgery so I decided to post this. I’m not really sure I want anyone else to see this poem but I figured that if I don’t make it through today than you will know where I am, and that if I do come through this than you will know how I feel. I can’t decide which one of those two things is more important.
I am mute
I am mad
No words of Thanksgiving can be found
My vocabulary insufficient to describe this indignation
My hands are thrown up in frustration
Today I lower them without uttering a single syllable of praise
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I intend to give a line by line break down explaining this poem tomorrow, but for now here is my poem entitled Ducks.
Ducks, we do not speak of them,
For foe of beavers they have always been.
And if they were the only thing we didn’t speak about, it wouldn’t be so bad,
But the topics that rest in silence are enough to drive me mad!
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When Mom moved into assisted living I learned many new things about her, including that about 40 years ago she had self published a book of poetry. Continue reading “Poetry Slam- The Caregiver’s Reminders”