I walked out of the hospital
into a world that
no longer contained
my mother.
Same sky, dawning emptiness.
Same sidewalk, now a path
I walk alone.
So suddenly,
I am the matriarch,
and I'm not ready.
But as I sit
and write
the story of her dying,
my heart begins,
with infinite care,
to heal.
Kim sets us the BEST prompts at Poets United's Verse First. This week we are to write about a personal experience, with the view that poetry heals. In 100 words or less. Do click over to see some great responses.
