Mom’s Accident, Pieces of My Heart

I have struggled to write about what is on my my heart and mind in this place, concerning Mom’s wreck. Sometimes my heart speaks best through poetry. Here are three poems that address facets of this. The second poem mentions blood, so be forewarned, if that is an issue for you.

Waiting

At the scene of the wreck
they would not let me
       go
                               to her.
Kept back
where I could not see.
My view was the
bottom of the van.

#####A WALL#####
Unseeing
Unbelieving
Was this really happening?

Two friends
my ROCKS
holding me close
giving loving touch
showing me I was 
not alone.

no matter the outcome

 

After Care


She stood helpless before me
dependent
hurting
I gently sprayed water
on the 6-inch gash, now
STAPLED and stitched.
My stomach constricted

my  heart hammered wildly.

“Keep going” I told myself

I watched the water turn red
blobs stuck to my hands.
I picked the clotted blood from her hair.

This is my mother.
My mother who could have died!
Reality cannot be ignored.

I separated out the strands of loose hair
shaved by the surgeon
but glued to their cousins by the blood.

I stuff the feelings
and tell her
the surgeon was a good s e a m s t r e s s.

 

Dodged

She dodged a bullet,
                       or did she,
               at 73 years old,
dodge a boomerang?

 

My friends at the scene were Julie and Jess. Julie drove me to UVA and stayed with me for the duration. I have wonderful friends and I am grateful.

Photo by Uroš Jovičić on Unsplash

One thought on “Mom’s Accident, Pieces of My Heart

  1. I enjoyed reading these poems, Angela! Thank you for sharing. I was especially struck by the second poem, and the tangible images of the wound…
    “I separated out the strands of loose hair
    shaved by the surgeon
    but glued to their cousins by the blood.
    I stuff the feelings
    and tell her
    the surgeon was a good s e a m s t r e s s.”
    Always a little troubling when a seamstress is working with flesh and blood, not fabric. I see this at work in the OR! You capture this tension well. Thank you for sharing. Keep writing!

    Like

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