I Don’t know what to Feel
I have not felt yetThe true impact
Of a 45 plus year journey
With a wild Irish spirit
It ended so quietly
With just a last breath
Where we hesitantly
Waited for more
A question
A shared glance
My daughters grief crying
On her mother’s chest
I am numb, slow tears
Asking myself the question
Did I keep my promise?
Did I keep her by safe?
Caring for her
On a last trip
That no one
Wanted to travel
Was a nine year
Slow path of watching
Her slowly fade away
With each diagnosis
Her goals became
Grandkids born
Grand child adopted
Watching them grow
She got all of that
When neither of us
Was sure her future
Had that in her cards
For that I am grateful
Her happy place
Was time with them
Nothing else mattered more
She has been an inspiration
To my writing journey
She was a lightning rod
For those that ask how?
There is much left to understand
I cannot begin to know
How much is left to feel
Time will deliver that message
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2021-03-27 at 03:18
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