"Mom is Dying"

The call came late last night,

"Mom's not gonna make it,

We don't know if she'll last the night."

The anger, the pain welled up, "Wait ! What do you mean"?

"What are you gonna do "? I can't get their in time! I need to get a flight!"

"We can only keep her comfortable".

The shock is like a fiery bullet straight down through my brain,

lodging in my gut, twisting and melting.

On it's way down tearing out cinematic memories from throughout my life for me 

to see dancing around in technicolor.

I always knew that someday this would come, but you never get prepared.

Not fully. Th anger and the sadness wash over me like a tsunami of fire, I cry till I no longer can.

They can figure out how to put a man on the moon, transplant a heart,

bioengineer plants so they are hybrid species, but they couldn't figure out how to keep the woman that gave me a home when I had none, loved me, taught me values and raised me, they couldn't keep my Mother from turning into a vegetable. F*****g Alzheimers .......

© 2013 Mark Stitz

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

as a person ages, as I age, as the people I love age, i realize that nothing is curable.
poetry has no logical proposition. it is the doctrine of the living. so fantastic,
so illusory yet lacking in reality. not subliterature but helpless in the land of
make believe. Birds speak to us. the trees bow down to our chastise. rivers know
our names. the moon is bigger than everything. yet in the end, in this fantasy
land, there is no power over flesh. NONE. flesh just happens, then it stops
happening.

Poetry is just the forensics, the argumentative discorse of poor physical
evidence. we prove this fact each day with our sadness.I felt what you feel
Mark, sat where you sit. i'm trying to find the poetry, lying within the
range for which forecasts are possible, of the malady that forsakes
my forgiveness.

Thank you for sharing this with us.
dana

[Mark]

I understand what you say, however my poetry, unlike flesh, I can leave behind, much like a legacy,as words do not decay. Thank you for taking the time to read.

[Samuel Dickens]

This is powerful stuff, Mark. I experienced something similar with my mother, so the words are especially meaningful. Now at age 66 and getting quite forgetful, I worry a bit about that awful disease. We can lose limbs or senses, but loss of mind is unthinkable.

[Mark]

This wasn't an attempt a creativity, rather a pouring out of emotion that came with all that happened. Thanks for your words.

[Frieda P]

A truly painful sentiment, your words break my heart. Sorry this has touched your life Mark.

[Mark]

Thank you Frieda. Time heals all. Slowly.

[Frieda P]

I don't really believe that, I think we merely get accustomed to a different reality, but if it works for you, thanks great...was my pleasure Mark.

[Mark]

I do appreciate your sentiment. Thanks much!

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem.
"bioengineer plants so they are hybrid species, but they couldn't figure out how to keep the woman that gave me a home when I had none, loved me, taught me values and raised me, they couldn't keep my Mother from turning into a vegetable. F*****g Alzheimers ......."
I agree with the above lines.
Coyote

[Mark]

Thank You.

[A. Amos]

Mark is one can from depth of your heart, sorry for your loss and your pain can be felt in ecery word you wrote..

[Mark]

Thank you very much...

[A. Amos]

you're most welcome

[Em]

This is so personal, and I like that you wrote about it.Being able to write about things that hurt us can be very hard. Losing people we care about is truly so devastating. You're a wonderful writer, and I am so sorry for your loss.

[Mark]

Thanks,Em, not just for taking the time to read my work, but also for your compassion. Take care.

[Em]

Youre welcome

[Muse]

Not fully. Th anger and the sadness

Th..."The"


Alzheimers is a horrible disease, keeping the poor soul alive while the brain decomposes. I can only assume this was written from real life inspiration, to hurt...to experience the ghost of someone you care for so very much...ache...this is sad.

[Mark]

It was for my Mom. She just passed a few
weeks ago, and I'm only now beginning to get on with things....Haven't been able to write any more about it, but it will come when it's ready. Thanks for reading

[Muse]

I'm truly sorry...

[Mark]

Thanks..

[Holly Mason]

very emotional words
thank you for sharing

[Mark]

Thank you very much

[Mark]

This is a most sad, most heartfelt, and honest write again my friend. I do love your pieces. How hard it is to get a call like that... the way you deal with it is so logical, all thoughts come up into your mind after, mixed feelings... You poignt that out to me as a reader with this sentence: "The shock is like a fiery bullet straight down through my brain,". Most felt... and then: " I always knew that someday this would come," it is a thing, we all most fear, we know we aren't immortal on this life-time, but after...? who would say it...? :) I so feel you into this write, going through the same situation just now with my mother in law. But no Alzheimers, but something I will tell you soon. So heartfelt this. It really touched me. Great writing Mark. Always keep on venting...

- Elisa

[Mark]

Elisa,thanks for your kind words.

Most welcome my friend..... take care :)

[catofjade]

Hey, thank you for this. Brave, honest, heart-rending, and soul-ripping. You said it perfectly, entirely, at once so personally, yet so universally. You are just simply a terrific writer.

[Mark]

Thank you very much.