This very day staring at the water
Lapping kissing frolicking
An edge of life
My mind flips to the smell of blood
Her blood; our blood
Why now? Who’s? Where am I? When?
An entity on a gurney
Scraping sounds with clacking wheels
She is covered with
splotched white patterns
There is a hush as I am pushed up against a wall
Wheels clatter away
I see four walls and a ceiling
Dripping with blood
the smell strong
The only mother I know
has decided to try
to end her life
At nine years old
I am left
to clean up the blood
splattered and dripping across the ceiling and walls
Today I walk to the water’s edge and anoint my storming heart
With nature’s symphony; I breathe fully, cleanly
My chest slows.
Then I remember, the body is my mother
She lives on.
And I, I am blessed to have more time, just a bit
To understand and to get it right
With the sun and the moon and the stars.
I remember Her. My mother.