[Today for you, tomorrow for me]: 256.Poetry.The Strongest Force

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2006-03-05 21:14:52
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A solitary tear
Sits on her cheek
It waits
She waits
It waits for company
She waits for confirmation


Determined to be strong
She takes another deep breath
To steady herself
She lets it out shakily
As she moves to stand against
The rose-colored bedroom wall


She looks around
At the home she loves
The walls, covered with pictures
Of beauties of many kinds
She knows as her friends
Walls covered with awards


All great achievements and yet
None seeming to matter
In that moment
In the moment
She holds her breath
Waiting for the phone call
Waiting for news
She always feared
She’d hear from him


She remembered days
Days of sunsets
Of sunrises,
Of the happiness they’d shared
In colors of crimson, sapphire, violet
Golden days she feared would never return


A scene at the park,
Spent in the pouring rain
Laughter that rang out
As sweet as any new found love
Light and merry
Eternal in its own way


A day spent
Away from the world
A day full of peace
A day full of honey-colored bliss
A day shut off from others
A day just for them


A day spent
Lazing in the sun
On tall green grass
In desperate need of clipping
The smells of summer all around
Barbeque . . . A distant creek
A lingering scent of a rain
Long since passed


The sharp high whine
Of the telephone
Jerks her from her memories
She reaches out with a trembling hand,
Only to withdraw it seconds later
As if this object would bite her


The old familiar mantra
Takes over
“Hey, you’ve reached Karen,
You know what to do.”
She quickly leaves the room
Thinking the worst


To return an hour later
With a box of tissues
And a heart she told herself
That was prepared for this news
Pressing the button with haste
Fearful she should put this off longer


“Hello Ms. Henderson
It’s Doctor Fitzgerald
Your son is in recovery.
He’s critical, but he pulled through the surgery
The worst is over.”
A relieved hiss comes from her corner


She falls to her knees
As tears fall generously
Down her face
She is thankful
Her world had been spared
The worst was over


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