Driving in the rain
at night..
blurred colorful lights pass me by
holiday leftover
from diehard neighbors....
It is winter in Central California
and I am cold, I also cry easily
lately... because my son is sick...
It is hard to keep a cheerful face
when inside of me I have
this heavy heart...
You my oldest son,
once bright, witty, strong
now sad, sarcastic, weak
the cancer hurting you,
the chemo poisoning you,
And me...
praying to all the goddesses
in the middle of the park
away from everyone
crying under the rain
screaming to the winter's
wind to ask mother earth
to heal you...
My tears are salty
they fall copiously
from my tired eyes
down to my neck
as I search the stars
for an answer.....
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Sonia Paz Baronvine
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