Call of the Katydids
Pain, Purpose, and Growth
At 23 I forced my birth
In Caracas
With the help of a few friends
Over a year passed and I returned
Thinking I was all grown up
Marriage came as did the kids
My life was never the same
Their birth forced my growth
From infant to teen
I began to drown though I did not know
Protect and provide were my only thoughts
Keep going, keep striving, keep on
Pieces of family broke off one by one
Their lives and mine no longer entwined
I could not accept the past that had happened
Or the present that did not make sense
I went where I could be alone
Where I thought I could protect and provide
And put that horrible past behind me
It's cancer, she said
6,000 miles away
My filial blood burned hot
“What if we stayed?"
I said on a visit back home
“I think that’s a great idea.”
She said and we did
I stayed through the injections
The end of chemo
The beginning of a second wind
"I don't think I love you anymore"
He said over a Caramel Macchiato
Nothing I said would mend
What had apparently been broken
For years
I was the last to know
This was not supposed to be a chapter
I did not intend this to be written
I morphed into a concentrated puddle of confusion
Friends and family saved me, saved the kids
Through devastation and dissolution
I forced another birth
Into the woman I am
With so much growth to do
The four of us now with the two of them
Light both dawns and dims
In our home
This is where
I come full circle
With who I was, am, and intend to be
Home is where I can finish my growth
As the Katydids call my name
About the Creator
Evergreen & Grey
Humorous inspiration, advice, and entertainment for your aging body and mind.
www.evergreenandgrey.substack.com
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