A Milestone Marked by Tears (a poem)

Originally written on 12/09/17.

Like yesterday

I recall

That Christmas day,

That thief,

That cheat,

That day that stole you from me,

From us.

Yesterday

I tried

To imagine how life

Would be

If you had never been sick,

I couldn't do it,

Come to think,

I never really knew that kind of life,

Such a simple life,

So uncomplicated by

Blood clots and

Coumadin and

Extended hospital stays,

All I know for certain is that

I would be different

And people would get along differently

If you were still here.

Yesterday

It struck me

What this year means,

28-years-old,

14 before,

14 after,

Motherless for exactly

Half my life,

A milestone

Marked by tears,

A journey

Marked by tattoos and

Turmoil and

Bad decisions and

Opportunities for growth.

What a strange way to end a poem,

So confusing and open-ended,

But that's just how this works.

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