This morning she eats her sorrow with a spoon
she thinks of all that she has lost:
Her only child – gone from her life
she knows not how or when
And her own mother – walking toward death
but there is joy in this sadness
for her mother’s journey has been blessed.
And her sister – the one she loves – the gentle one
who’s journey is marked again
by the sting of radiation to the bone.
And her own body – step by step
enabling the silent theft
of legs and hands
This morning – she eats her sorrow
in the silent house
fog lifts slowly from the river
creeps through the woods
ever so softly
onto the land!