Strong

STRONG

what, I’m the one who calls,
who comforts,
but now
i find myself on the receiving end
“call if you need to cry…
i’m here for you”

like whispers in the hallowed hall
of a hospital.

the sneaker merely dropped
and it doesn’t look like rubber and laces.

planning food runs and patient stopovers 
but this isn’t real
it can’t be

my mother is strong…

10/3/2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
October 5, 2020 at 8:16 PM
Real life has a way of turning you and your family upside down and rather quickly. I am sad to read this.
Rodrigues Avatar
October 6, 2020 at 4:49 AM
Sure does...suddenly. Thanks.
Pandit Avatar
October 4, 2020 at 5:39 AM
This is quite emotive, Kim. So true to real life because it is. Many can relate to our changing roles in life.. as you so well describe.
Rodrigues Avatar
October 4, 2020 at 10:10 AM
And we’re only at the beginning. Encouraging my mom.
Andresen Avatar
October 4, 2020 at 5:25 AM
- The truth is cruel, Kim ... now everyone must be strong for your mother ... warm thoughts I send to you :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Rodrigues Avatar
October 4, 2020 at 10:10 AM
Thanks so much, Anne-Lise :)
Buhagiar Avatar
October 3, 2020 at 11:34 PM
Hope this is fiction. Not good to have two persons sick. ~~
Rodrigues Avatar
October 4, 2020 at 4:28 AM
Not fiction :(
Watt Avatar
October 3, 2020 at 8:23 PM
When the roles are reversed, it shakes our world. The strong become weak and the giver becomes the receiver. May God grant you his grace always, Kim ~ John
Rodrigues Avatar
October 4, 2020 at 4:28 AM
Thank you, John <3
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