Proactive Pain
I’m an oldest daughter.
Dad’s email says if the worst ever came to pass, he and Mom would be content with what they’d leave behind
I’m an oldest daughter
So, it falls to me to grieve before they’re gone
To worry about what-ifs
Raising my own awareness of concepts and medical terms I’ve never explored
Actively burying the fiery fear in my chest, scorching my heart, my ribs, my lungs,
Coping, crying in the shower, listening a little too intently when they say something feels sore
Tapping my feet, jiggling my knees under the desk when at work and Mom texts me photos of food, because I need to take that moment in
I’m an oldest daughter
Opening into a new stage of life and yet the child inside of me shakes
No one lives forever, but sometimes I wish Mom and Dad could.
About the Creator
Lark Hanshan
A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
Comments (1)
very powerful poem that will resonate with many people.