Forgot

A little Poem like

Forgot

When I heard the news the world tilted.  My mind raced towards things that are so far off they are more than yet to come.  How you will not get to know your grandmother or your aunt.  How they will miss you and you them.  Then I remembered that you met them and you are secure.

I am the one that forgot.  This is a lonely life.  This is a time that married couples find their bond tested.  Their wills pulled and their patience tried.  Their miracle pushing them, and holding them apart but in some strange dance together.  

Illness makes being forgot seem that much real.  When the truth is you are on everyone’s mind.  They can only think of that will be.  They fall into that pit you try so hard to side step.  But, it does not stop the feeling from taking away the color.  How the leaves of autumn fade.  The sun seems less bright and the sky fades.

You hold your little miracle and feel so many things.  Things you forgot you could feel.  Love so fierce you would die for.  Protection like that of a bear with her cubs.  Pain so deep that you did not know it could feel like this.  Loneliness that even with so many people standing around you, you can’t help but feel alone.  

You forgot that there are people around you or things have changed you have forgot how to exist.  Being ill makes your road even more confusing and to the place that traveling is near impossible.  Knowing your time is truly numbered is different when you have to face the clock and not just hear it tick in the back.

When we are young the clock is easily forgot.  We do not think of the hands of time ticking away at what is our life span.  Not knowing how or when our time is up makes it easy to be forgot.  Then there comes a time in our lives that we wish we could just forget.

The two worlds of the mother and the crone colliding.  The mother supposed to be there to guide and love her children.  At the same time growing wiser and passing on her knowledge as time ages her to become the Crone.  Those worlds forced together in a collision that none are prepared for in illness.

So we grow wiser but we forgot we are not older.  Our time still not yet determined when it will end.  But, with illnesses hand in our lives we can’t afford to forget.  We try to teach all we can to our children before our clock stops.  But, there are crucial things that remain forgot.  We forget the people that matter and can make a difference.  

We forget many things as we wander through the maze that is our path.  It is in the darkest parts where we begin to stumble and search for that hand to help us rise up to face the collision that we feel forgot.