Photograph by Reka Jellema. June 2011. Untitled. For Addie.
Unraveling
Plastic taste of water in her jug, loose threads in a crocheted rug How long before it unravels Remembering my ball in the boot Just wanna kick it, kick it and run My feet punching holes in the snow Mum yellin' at me -- for doin' nothin' Grabbin' me in a hug squeezin' the breath outta me, she reckons Nana's better off here She's far better off there, Sis Look at her she doesn't even know you anymore, and this place look at it No, I don't mean it like that You know I don't mean Don't look at me like that I called I wrote I came back didn't I? How could he look at me that way? he was a liar, a prattler, like Da. My raw bones crawl into the edges of that shawl The one Mum crocheted her fingers gray and worn This bench is cold and on the road a car slow and shined as death drives by it's hard to breathe-- the playground bairns stare snowballs at me Mum is near a memory I'm losing my way home With Kathryn Ross and Brendan Bonsack By Kathryn Ross, Brendan Bonsack, and Reka Jellema October 2014
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I found this piece of writings so touching n raw for me as experiencing my own mother whom sadly I never had close relations with suddenly receiving news after looking for her a length of time had been placed in a care facility with Alzheimer It was such a shock n very frustrating that all involved in this decision did not include me therefore taking the options rights choices that may have been helpful n better outcome esp at the beginning of her illness n also took from her n myself the opportunity to have perhaps been able to say things n even find a way to connect such as the distance was between a mother n daughter. It's a most terrible illness where the sufferer is placed in strangers care all personal importance of the ill not known nor for many provided or cared for The loss is enormous the dynamics of such loss is like the skies in quantity n quality Yours here this poetry brought tears n feelings I won't try to express Only ThankYou fer writing and being so sharing Leave a Reply. |
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