Memories shimmer
stretched taut
like a spider’s web.
Tubes, wires,
stainless steel
monitors with beating blips.
You lay there in that present space
but somewhere far away.
Then, like a marionette
whose master dropped a string,
your eyes jolted open
and you returned to me.
No photo. Thankful for every day.
lillian the home poet 
Yes, thankful for every day.
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Thank you, Karen.
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So pretty!
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Imagery is still real to me — two years later.
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Powerful piece! The ending was not at all what I was expecting!
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“Powerful piece” — words that fit the moment exactly. Other than giving birth, this was the singular most powerful moment of my life…..and an ending that surprised many many others but one that I knew in my heart would happen. Thankful for every day.
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Wow, Lillian.
Powerful words with spectacular imagery – no visual needed for your thoughts here.
This is just amazing.
Happy Monday to you my friend.
am:)
preparing am I for yet another day in the trenches that are subbing;)
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Thank you, Ann Marie. Yes, for me, no visual needed as the images are burned in my mind.
Good luck with your subbing my friend. I will try my hand at something new today — going to a poetry reading with a friend. Happy Monday indeed.
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A most excellent piece, Lillian.
Enjoy the reading:)
am:)
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I’m very pleased that this had a happy resolution, Lillian. >
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Angels along the way……thank you for your kindness here. The images are still burned in my mind and I am truly thankful for every day with the love of my life.
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That sort of trauma is difficult to set aside…
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