I can't form words,
I can't form thoughts,
my mind is in a fog,
can't seem to find my way out...
I want to hold on,
I want to take your place,
this room is filling with smoke,
it scars up my lungs,
I'm starting to choke...
I rail at the heavens,
I curse at the hell,
I shake my head at the doctors,
unable to make you well...
I have loved you from the start,
my beautiful baby bird,
splashed with rays of sunshine,
that has always warmed my heart...
We had our days in the sun,
did we not?
Now the winter sun has come in low,
no more endless summer days
for us to while away...
I can't think of the end,
I can't think of you being gone,
Don't know how I'll mend this shattered heart,
when my baby bird
no longer sings her song...
For Andrea (Maple Tree) the purest earth mother I have ever known. I won't pretend to fully understand how devastating this whole thing is. I just know as a mom myself, my heart breaks for you and your family. Hugs my friend-
Brenda, When we hear about such things we get scared, and this devastating thing is happening in life of our dear friend, Andrea.
It is a heart breaking moment for pnq family too.
How could one stop himself from not complaining to the heavens about it?
Or to stop himself from not saying offensive words at the hell?
How could one be strong in that moment when doctors say they are unable to make their beloved well?
I am sure whosoever is aware of this unfortunate situation is thinking good for Andrea's family in one way or another.
Many of us is praying to God, please glow the sun of hope in Andrea's life once again. So, that this fog of disease which has completely covered her family in darkness gone once for all and she could see her baby bird flying high in the sky once again covered with rays of sunshine, warming her heart too.
She could form words around her once again on an endless summer day. They sing the song of togetherness beneath starry skies. Her heart is no more shattered, no more choked with smoke of the melancholy and she could find her way out of it.
This poem is an extension to Andrea's poem 'it's raining', but in your words.
Like her you have portrayed the same emotions of a mother who is broken, out of hope.
Brenda, you write less with simplicity, but it always powerful. To be honest, it is heartbreaking too.
All this, Andrea's going through is becoming very hard for me to read, but if these little tributes of our bring feeling of relief to Andrea's and her daughter in any way, it's good, isn't it?
You, David and many others are doing it every day and as a pnq 'r I am thankful to all of you.