stroke
stroke
no words
blood ricocheting
in all directions
going places
where blood should
smoothly flow
not rush headlong
apologies
made by sign
for dragging me
seventy miles
to see
your broken body
no words
thinking
is this it?
is this all there is?
will I live
the rest of my life
motherless?
no words
strength
eventually
to drag
yourself
from that
hospital bed
and live
but is it living?
and when
eventually
you pass
into the dark
you cannot
say my name
no words
only love
that says
more than
words
terry ireland
Mon 9th Sep 2013 17:19
Very moving piece.