Diagnosis a True Beginning
By Bee
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I remember the look on my face
as it melted and slid like The Scream
to a puddle about my shocked toes off the floor.
And in that cracked second I witnessed my birth,
the whole of two marriages, three babies
sprung out of my arms, four languages
I'd never learn, musical instruments
I'd never heard of, let alone played,
our retirement, ten holidays
we wouldn't book, and couldn't
afford, and my funeral - me
at the front in a box, and sat at the back observing
the tears and hearing kind words about someone
more helpful, less hopeless than I'd ever been -
learnt things about me I'd never imagined,
and with a touch to my shoulder, sprung back
to the moment, said, 'What will I tell them,
they're gonna be broken. Sorry,
so sorry. This is my fault!' Then I laughed
cos it couldn't be true, and gasped, cos it was -
but it wasn't
the end of the story...
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How you picture the flashing
How you picture the flashing thoughts filming through the mind in a second.
Lovely last two lines. Rhiannon
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you are so good at finding
you are so good at finding just the right words to explain the unthinkable
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Oh Bee, I was right there
Oh Bee, I was right there with you.
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Hi Bee
Hi Bee
It amazes me how you can take this subject and make it into such a work of art. Beautifully done, despite all the pain you no doubt experienced in writing it.
Jean
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Never mind about Grace. You
Never mind about Grace. You are AMAZING Bee.
Always in my thoughts
Moya xx
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The Scream
The Scream is like the Scream of the German Expressionist, Edward Munch.
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Was holding my breath all the
Was holding my breath all the way through.
Pops ~xx~
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