5091, Priceless Posted by presyzion, Sat Jun-07-03 10:07 AM
—for my mother
I remember when you had cancer. It struck me odd that
strength could have a flaw. I was broken. As your lips explained, painting my ears with fear,
I wished for a pain & shadow trade; you could instead see clear, & your disease could
become my new reflection. That day never ended: I still think of & dream shifting
pictures of the breath that exhaled our reality differently. I recall my prayers were a hybrid
of anger & faith. Living on knees beside my bed, praying
that a heal could slip inside your skin. Sleep absented me. My eyes, red like the blood
that would spill if you left: specific: cut my name from existence’s breath. Your are
the life that birthed my world. Five years, in August. You made survival the color
of your new eyes. I see you now & I smile that softly you stand with more
beauty than a landscape of bloom. The circle of your being, like the ring dad adorned
your finger with. Now I realize strength can be imperfect. Yet in that grasp, I am thankful
for your continuous steps. Pain avoided me like your death. I am allowed now to embrace what is perfect: your smile.
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