Friday, January 11, 2019

Hush Little Baby

October 2000

I had a baby

She was so very wanted.

It took many months of trying

The only of my three that was planned

She was amazing right from the start

Ok maybe not during the hours of colicky crying

But yes even then

She started everything early

She was walking AND talking by 8 month

Yes 8 months

She was so happy and smart and she shined

For many years she shined

And she loved talking to people

All people but especially older people

And I held her and rocked her and told her stories

And at some point she began telling me stories

And drawing

And creating

And then the shine began slipping

Just a little at first

A few less smiles

A little more quiet

And then BOOM

“Mom I want to die”

And I cracked

It’s been six years

And the cracks have become breaks

And now we barely speak

I’ve had to begin protecting my heart and mind

So I cook meals

Monitor medications

Make sure services are in place

Etc Etc Etc

And I shine less and less

And hurt more and more

My arms are empty and I miss my baby girl

Even when your children are grown your arms still feel them

Even when it’s the shadow of them and they are off exploring the world

But sometimes something happens

And you can’t feel them anymore

Somewhere in the brain broken and wracked by illness

My baby is there

But my arms feel empty

And what is looking at me wants nothing from me

And I’m trying to not feel it in my heart

Because my head knows it’s disease and not daughter

But

My

Arms

Feel

Too

Light

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