Friday, August 8, 2008

Beyond Your Wildest Dreams for Matinee Muse

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:

  1. Heartbreaking to see the people you love the most suffering.

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  2. Profound. It is good to see it beaten, one step at a time.

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  3. What a brilliant victory! May there be many more winnings for you and your Mum!

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  4. you've poemed your pain and joy with a gentle touch, that pours
    right into my heart.

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  5. Such power in your simple words! I'm rooting for your Mom. *sending prayers*

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  6. 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!

    Hugs Giggles

    I love all your poetry!!! Simple, your profound!

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  7. this is wonderful,, such joy in such a simple victory....

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