mommy and me

True story from yesterday. 

730 in the morning. 

Cold. Dark.

 A little bird seemingly 

Went out of his way

-or her way- 

To tell me something.  

It must have been very important. 

(S)he persisted for nearly half an hour. 

A few days ago, I was comforted 

By the words from “BlackBird”

By the Beatles- the White Album. 

“Take these broken wings and learn to fly...”

“All your life, you were only waiting 

for this moment to be free...”

And ever since then, birds have

 been showing up like crazy. 

Even Bird Songs on the radio. 

The Baby and I spent tons of time 

talking and reading about birds.

And listening to bird songs. 

So I went to see the mom. 

I know she wanted to talk to me, so I waited 

For the right time. 

The Grandmother immediately 

Put a plate of food in front of me. 

Of course she did! 

The door to the Baby’s room was closed. 

And someone had started to vacuum, 

But gave up. The Vac was 

in the middle of the room. 

The laundry baskets are overflowing. 

They just picked up and went to the ER. 

Now, there is so much to do.  

When my mother died, 

It was so sudden, no one had time

 to make arrangements. Like here. 

I see why people chose to leave the room 

Of a deceased love one “as is.”

It’s just too much work emotionally. 

We just locked the doors to her house, 

And set a time in about a month

To have more time to plan. 

Especially during the holidays. 

People need time to plan 

And travel. 

I told the mom I would come back

And help with everything. 

It’s better that way. 

The stuff can wait.and mom doesn’t need

 to tackle it alone. 

Sick babies (sick people in general) need so much. 

Almost every week there is an appointment. 

And every day, there are teachers and therapists. 

And a very tight schedule of 

Standing frames, chest PT, etc. 

it’s a wonder you have any snuggle time 

Or time to sit and read Bunny Stories. 

And all of those supplies. 

There’s a mini clinic in each patient’s room! 

My Minion houseshoes. 

The family is a “No Shoes” household. 

I did ok, but my pulse told the real story.