The Storm Before The Calm - Poetry Friday

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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