RealityWe have all had to deal with the sad reality of death, some more than others. At the age of 13 I lost my oldest sister to cancer, and 9 months later endured the loss of my parents to a car accident, and I lost my sweet young niece to a car accident just a few years ago. This is a sort of "purging" for me, not meant to bring anyone grief, but to heal my own.
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The Race
In Loving memory of my sister, Suzanne... The crackle of the starting gun/ As fans gasp in surprise/ Then cheers go up as they can see/ The toughness in her eyes/ Her strides are long and purposeful/ Her focus on the win/ The faith she has to beat the odds/ Has come from deep within/ Muscles strain against her skin/ As she rounds another turn/ Saving strength for tougher laps/ Is something she must learn/ Sweat beads upon her tender skin/ The pain wraps round her tight/ She forges on despite her fears/ The finish line in sight/ Exhaustion gains a healthy lead/ It lines her haggard brow/ The will to keep ahead of it/ Is coming harder now/ In agony she stumbles then/ And falls upon the ground/ The crowd looks on in sympathy/ Yet utters not a sound/ Sweet victory no longer hers/ Defeat besets her face/ She fades away without a fight/ For death has won this race |
Vivid
I remember pouting as/ My sister claimed Mom's pen/ We both had longed to have it but/ She got there first again/ I remember being mad because/ He said I could not go/ All the times I went along/ But this time Dad said no/ I remember feeling guilty for/ The things I'd said that day/ I'd give my life for one more chance/ To take it all away/ I remember being wakened by/ The ringing of the phone/ To hear a voice say "accident"/ It's outcome yet unknown/ I remember being whisked away/ To halls of white and green/ Shielded from the horrors of/ That bloody frantic scene/ I remember being told/ Mom won't respond to you/ We doubt she'll make it thru the night/ There's nothing we can do/ I remember telling Dad the lies/ That Mom was doing well/ His fragile body needed time/ And so we could not tell/ I remember when he finally knew/ His life was all but lost/ To know that she had died that day/ Came with a heavy cost/ I remember being told it was/ The injuries he had/ I know it was a broken heart/ That took away my Dad |
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