A Voice
My mom started
talking again
last week.
It’s not much
more than
a whisper
but it is a
softness so
welcomed.
For months now
she’s been
mouthing words
and we’ve been
frustrated
lip-readers:
one of the sad
side effects
of cancer.
Hearing her voice
now is like
winning a
hard-fought
soccer game:
Mom-1
Cancer-0
7 comments:
Heartbreaking to see the people you love the most suffering.
Profound. It is good to see it beaten, one step at a time.
What a brilliant victory! May there be many more winnings for you and your Mum!
you've poemed your pain and joy with a gentle touch, that pours
right into my heart.
Such power in your simple words! I'm rooting for your Mom. *sending prayers*
So sorry for your mom, you, your family. I know full well the sadness a family facing cancer feels. Really there are no words of comfort...just grappling onto any bit of normalcy possible!
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I love all your poetry!!! Simple, your profound!
this is wonderful,, such joy in such a simple victory....
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