Life Is

To explain to someone
Yes, I see you
Yes, grief has terrible power
Yes, the closing window of opportunity
That time inches shut is real
But maybe, just maybe
Our dreams and expectations
Of this life are not real
Not realistic
You have good reasons
But the complexity of their birth
More than a two-minute conversation can explain
So, you are left
With judgement from others

People will come
People will go
It’s OK
At the end of today and every day
It will all begin and end with you anyway
Giving the gift of freedom
Is an act of love
Giving the gift of a second chance
Is an act of love
Anger will always be
A close companion
But it can exist, then go away
Leave you in peace, to rest
To enjoy a little, laugh a little

 

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, June 2017

Nursing home

There is still life here
Kindness, courtesy
It is not where anyone
Wants to be
Wants to end up
People here have stories
They have lives
They miss their families
They miss their mom
They may be convinced that
Their mom is coming
To pick them up soon
At eighty years in failing health
They might be right
Whether it is an atrophied brain
Or an atrophied body
There are still hopes
There are still desires
There are still feelings
Of love, of longing
Pain makes life immediate
Pain rewrites brain pathways
How you think of the world
Pain relief is needed
A Vicodin, a clasped hand
A string of Christmas lights
On the window

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, February 2017