Deep, deep inside us, are words, words just waiting and hoping to be released. They might not be about your Cancer, but they wait just the same.
This poem, written for last week’s meeting, dwells on a distant memory. But it reads as though it just happened.
 
 
Mom’s Heart Attack
 
My dad’s call came at night.
“No need to rush up here;
She’ll be all right.”
 
I left home with fears and hopes.
Orange and yellow woods lined the highway–
She was in the autumn of her [ ... ]

    Our latest  home prompt really brought back memories:
Were you ever in a contest or competition? What prompted you to participate? What made the experience meaningful to you? 
    In 1983 I ran the Boston Marathon.
    It all started in 1977. I was 48 years old, one year shy of the age of my father when he died of a heart attack. Frightened because he and both of his sisters all died before 50 of heart problems, I started jogging, [ ... ]

 
    Eileen lost her husband Gerry several years ago. She recently wrote this Christmas letter to him:
Dear Angel Pop,
 I hope after two years that you have earned your wings.  I remain here on earth faithful to your memory.
Many people give me advise “get involved” “be around other people”.  I am trying very hard, this past week I went to five social gatherings.  I enjoyed them for the time they lasted.  Reminds me of  song “What’s it all about Alfie?  Is [ ... ]