CANCER Crushed… / Torn…. / Wanting more. Caner… / Holding on come hell or high water… / A mom loosing her first b…
I haven’t shared this with many of you, but I guess now’s as good a time as any. My Aunt, JoAnn Aikman, my mom’s oldest sister….has been battling cancer now for many years. I’m not sure if it’s been 4 or 5 yrs now as we’ve lost count with all the battles from being cancer free, to getting it again, the hospital stays, the many tests, to the chemo…and now to Hospice. She’s been in the hospital now since Thursday, Oct 16, 2008. She’s just going on the down hill journey now. There is no more they can do, and has been this way for about a month now, but now it’s just getting through those last days. Her doctor has talked her into going on Hospice Care so they can keep her comfortable at home. Her cancer started out in her lungs, and she’s never smoked a day in her life! After about the 3rd battle with it coming back, it decided to come back with a vengence and spread to her liver. They thought they could stop it with chemo, but to no avail it kept on spreading. I wrote this at 1am this morning because my heart was just burdened for her pain & suffering, and I just kept praying for GOD to stop the battle. She’s tired, and ready to go HOME…HEAVEN. We had a great visit with her on Thursday, and she laughed ‘til she actually had a few tears fall. I captured the best moment I could ask for of her & my mom just laughing their hearts out….so much so that they spilled her tea. LOL :o) I will upload that photo later. Please keep her in your prayers, as well as her husband, 4 children 12 grandchildren (I believe is the right number….some do not live in Tx..so it’s hard to keep up), and the rest of our family. We all need GOD’s strength to let go, and allow her to go HOME….HEAVEN.
I should be really hoping / that you will come thro / It seems so stupid now / but how can I talk to you?
Featured in Back in Black – 2 May 2009 I have been offered a free session with a well-known psychic medium and everyone thinks that my mother may come through. / I should really want to go and talk to her, shouldn’t I ??
He smelled. It was a stink that filled his nostrils and made him want to vomit whatever was in his stomach. He hurt all over too, his hea…
For the first contest for Pulp Noir Group
My mother, as usual, judged it best. / The day before her funeral, in a gibberish of legs, / A fly refused to die on her bathroom sill. / Ou…
My Mother / My Guide / My Friend
We didn’t know about the time: running fast, / We didn’t notice, we were getting older, / We didn’t realize, we were wasting, Everything…
I am sure there are some of us who struggled with their parents and maybe cut off.. Even we did or didn’t have anything hard with them, we should always remember this: / “We may never have the chance to say goodbye them.” / Please say what you feel gently in a few seconds while you still can…
to lay in the fields with you,a letter,war, the result of the fields
a young couple in love separated by war, not ever really knowing how the other is fairing, and a tragic ending.
....They raped her land with disregard, once Oceans green and blue….
A glimpse of the very possible future
I pray that I can tell you / Of the thoughts within my heart; / Like, how much I value / The Mother that you are. Of the stories that …
I thought, before they cut her phone off, / I might leave a last message. / One for the ether: one that not a soul / Would ever hear. “Good…
Apparently I’m not the only son (or daughter) who’s ached to make a phone call to a person who has just died. “Closure”, they call it. But little in life is ever really closed, just scabbed over.
Since you came into my life, darling babe / I’ve loved to watch you sleep / In awe of you, so in love with you / I’d brush your velvet cheek…
A poem about a mother’s love for her son. I wrote this about my son, Aidan, one night after checking on him in bed. I did not know that at that time I was pregnant with my daughter, Julia. I am not a poet and have never written poems before or since, but perhaps a combination of immeasurable love and pregnancy hormones were enough to produce one nice poem that I’m proud of.
Now hear the womb of one’s motherhood bare
This poem was inspired by more than the photograph below, but by the entire series of events experienced, given, and in turn received by the amzaing love and support of the RedBubble.com community of artist. Having stated this, I can now say: / This poem was Poem inspired by Photography piece (seen here below) titled My daughter in law by RedBubble artist Antanas / - / PLEASE Leave a comment (I love them I love them a lot) here as well as on the Antanas’s page where this photographic work is post by the artist for commenting and also as a card (I think)
I wrote this poem in September 1997. My husband and I raised 9 children, this is ten months in our house in a nutshell. Tassy refers to t…
So, these days I haven’t been writing a lot of poetry. Make that none, actually. Instead, these days I write songs. But I thought I’d dus…
I watch her through the window / Lost in a sea of greens and yellows / A pixie in constant motion Singular in her mission / Stopping onl…
Sometimes, it really is the simple things that put everything in perspective
Light peirces my eyes and i find myself awake / Blessed by my mother..empowered by rah..enlightened by set
An astral expirience to say the least
A mother’s work in never done / although, at times, can be such fun. / She will clean her house through-out the day, / referee the childrens…
ART COLLABORATION: / bidkev
She’d been sent out to meet my father, in the 1930s …and stayed together for three quarters of a century.
Twice, recently, I’ve been told that ~ now that I am older ~ I look so much (more) like my mother. Mmmmmmm. Today would have been her birthday.
They feel their children being ripped from their breasts and destroyed, some of them still babies, some though adults; still babies in th…
The Life and death struggle for mankind.
My mother was terrified of spiders. I wasn’t told of this fear until I was much older as she did not want to pass on her phobia. / She mu…
Look through rotted window pane. / through broken shades of glass.
This one was writen by my father M.A.Wells
.....no place to run,to no man can I turn…
I find it hard to describe this,it is just my true feelings
The big kids were smoking as they walked ahead of Peter down the sidewalk beside the Weston Plaza. They were in high school and wore uni…
I submitted this story to a peer for review awhile back and got the saddest response from them. “This is more appropriate as a children’s book than an adult short story.” This was not written for children, but through a child’s eyes. I hope that none of us ever forget what it was like to be eye level with the kitchen counter and to be brilliant and devious, repentant and loved by somebody bigger than us who could envelop us in one hug.
Nanny was a tough cookie whose opinions were held as tightly as her purse. And this went for her strong opinions on what comprised a “pro…
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