I can’t resurrect the dead unfortunately.
My sister comes to me in bundled faerie lights
on my balcony. I’m so grateful she sends her energy
to light my night
but I kept saying I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do over and over and it
hasn’t done any good
Months of crying, lost like a vagabond,
Paralyzed in my bed saying I don’t know what to do
and doing nothing because of it, I guess
I’m not dead yet but maybe I’ve been dying right along
with her for three years.
I didn’t know what to do.
Parkinson’s is an ugly existence. She wasn’t
the brilliant woman she was for 72 years any more.
She was dead before she died and i tried
my best to help but I didn’t know what to do
to heal her so I said I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do
She’s gone but I’ve been dying too.
I can’t get out of bed so
I changed my mantra from
I don’t know what to do to
I know what to do
Now I’m going to do something that
gives me life again
In her honor!
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My mantra
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beautiful poem.....and the answer has come you gradually....and believe you are right.....she gave you a new mantra
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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Bang bang bang on the door baby
On the door
Love shack
On the door
Love shack
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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