Today is Poetry Friday. I haven't been blogging very much at all recently, let alone writing poetry. But this morning I was playing with the phrase "storm before the calm" and inverted it to" calm before the storm" which I have used before.
While I was walking towards my Mom's room in the nursing home she's been staying at since August, "The Poet That Lives Inside of Me" was helping me assemble this poem which I typed here as soon as I could get to my I-Pad.
I didn’t go to work this week
To spend time with my Mom
Was it the calm before the storm
Or the storm before the calm?
During Co-vid we saw glimpses
That she wasn’t aging well
And we are all quite resistless
To that upcoming death knell
But hospice and declining
Are new vocab to see
And since I’m her med POA
A lot of weights on me.
So I've been here each morning
To feed her and observe
I'm not sure what to tell her
And I do not have the nerve
For now, she is in rehab
Hope she relearns to walk
Walking could restore her
But that seems like idle talk
What I know of rehab
Is that it builds from day to day
So if you can’t remember rehab
What more is there to say?
Most times she does remember me
At times thinks that I'm Dad
But He’s a good role model
So that’s not all that bad
He calls her every morning
Cross town - both stuck in bed
I tell her I am David Charles
And he is David Fred
They’ve been apart since August
When they found a blood clot in her lung
Hospital and rehab ever since
It’s really not that fun
The plan: 4th week November
At last, it’s coming soon
There will be much Thanksgiving
When they finally share a room
And then with Christmas looming large
We'll be forging a new norm
Will it be the storm before the calm
0r the calm before the storm?
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