The sad truth
Is that I didn't recognize
What an amazing
Man he was
Until I had grown up
A whole lot
(With so much
More up to still grow)
Now, as a
Sort-of adult
I can see what he
Accomplished and what
He tried to.
And I am glad that
I got to
Live at the
Same time as such an
Amazing human being.
And I think
Of how we are alike
Both of us
Southern, both of
Us rather liberal and both
Believe in the
Good that lives
In the heart and soul
Of weak humanity.
We also have
Melanoma in common, mine cut
And, poof, gone.
His setting up
Residence like it likes to
Do, destroying its
Home, oblivious to
The tragic consequence that is
Utter self-destruction
Much like humanity
Itself. I think of sweet
Woman, Susan, who
Helped me during
Graduate school and who also
Shared this Melanoma
And I remember
How beautiful her funeral service
Was and how
I felt my
Son kick inside me as
Her daughter said
Goodbye to her
Mother. And I feel grateful
And lucky to
Be here now.
To think of my kind
Cousin who found
Melanoma last year.
I hope that his battle's
Cut and gone
And I hope
That my humanitarian role model
Gets the peace
And strength I
Send to him in thoughts
Or prayers or
Whatever it is
That I am sending him.
As I keep
Trying to grow.
heidi
written: 8/20/15
Giving it to the universe that President Carter will be all right.
Right on - this was beautiful. I esp loved the juxtaposition of being at the funeral and feeling a baby kick. So glad you wrote this.
ReplyDeleteAlso, prayers to President Carter too. He is a fine human being.
ReplyDeleteA weird feeling of personifying melanoma... Good poem, thanks.
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