My parents
You know they are the
ones
who keep me living
because only they would
grieve for me to the
point of death.
No person should have
to
suffer the loss of a
child
even though I haven't
seen youth for quite
awhile.
I tried to align myself
with others who would
love me --
but their love was only
a gain
a joke -- for them --
no bargain
for me, so when winter
comes
I walk alone in the
cold
crying because it hurt
so much
I could not stop it.
They are only there as
much
as their feebleness
allows.
I want them to be like
they were
when their hair was
dark
their backs were
straight
and their hands were
steady.
I want them to have
full and complete
memory of me. Only they know my beginning.
The lady at the bank
said she is just
praying to die--
How well I understand
this!
Mom and dad are the
only anchor
that hold me fast to
earth.
And even though the
tether is long,
long enough for a whole
country
I always manage to come
home.
Right now the pain is
so strong
that I want to be gone.
I want to know if the
promised land
is true, and real and
beautiful
and forever. I want to
know if
I am young again, and
slender
with long flowing hair
riding big horses under
the stars.
If they were gone I
would fly free.
But they are the
darlings of my heart
and they are the rock
to which I am moored,
the calm to my driving
storm
the meal on the longest night,
the extra blanket on
the bed
and the chocolate cake
for desert.
I am the lost ship, so
far out
I cannot see the
beacon.
Somehow I manage to get
to the shore
but it isn't long
before I am thrust out
into the deepest of
wave again.
The rolling turmoil of
my soul
more violent than the
increasing tide.
Don't worry momma. For
as long
as you live and breathe
I will
stand beside you. You
bathed me
and clothed me. I will
do the same for you.
In this vast world, end
to end invisible
you are the root, the
place on which I stand.
But when the earthquake
finally comes
I will be carried out
in the tsunami.
The world is far too
big to be alone in.
Honestly, do I really
ask for much?
I don't need a spectacular life.
I don't need a spectacular life.
Just one that isn't
frantic
or on the edge of
disaster
again - and again - and
again.
My ship is crumbling
from
the increasing strength
of the storm.
old, destitute, cold
and alone, please
promise
one thing, that I die
before the worst of it
comes
and when I die, please
send
one to hold my hand for
as long as it takes
to let me slip into
eternity.