Epilepsy and Maternal Anguish
Written for my heart, my son, Kyle
Wash me gentle in the river –
Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
Warm away my despair.
Constant tears are in my eyes,
But I’ll deny that I cry.
God loves me inside and out,
He knows what I’m all about,
But I can’t settle the shout
That sticks down inside my throat
And threatens to choke me dry.
Emotions lacking corners
Have only circle borders
And trap me in feelings bleak.
Searching answers to know order
Leaves me sadly limp and weak.
First I prayed, but now I rage:
Oh, dear God, please turn this page.
World, you allowed darkness,
With its brutal hurtful hiss,
To maim the child life of his.
Harsh cruelness such as this
Brought me to my knees
With a Mother’s enraged pleas.
Wash me gentle in the river –
Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
Warm away my despair.
... CayCay Jennings
February 21, 2016 / 1997
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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