the hardest part

Beneath the Spanish moss

I can hear a thousand heartbeats

if the crickets are quiet.

They have hearts too, every living thing,

quivering like a leaf in a thunderstorm,

blood whooshing through the vessel

that runs behind the breast bone

to the belly,

beats tripping over beats to that

place where hurt waits to fade.

I lost myself at the river.

I have been lost and found before,

It took forever.

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      • He is gaining strength slowly, Holly. He is going for another barium swallow on Monday to see if he is still aspirating. If so, his choice is not to have a G-tube put in, which means he is electing to go HOME (he will not be able to eat). He is in his right mind, so we as family, will abide what he chooses. Thank you for your concern. ((HUGS))) Amy

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        • I’m teaching hubby to take over for me with all I do with the animals here right now, so that I can go down to see my Dad. Tomorrow, my brother is bringing his laptop to the hospital and I will be SKYPing with my Dad. He’s had a really rough day today, Holly. All the procedures and testing are really wearing him out. Today and this weekend my sister will make sure he gets sleep. I really pray for the best for my Dad, and yes that includes me letting go. I dedicated a post to him today and when I wrote it he was doing so much better then today. I pray it was just a catch up day today, and tomorrow he again will feel stronger. Bless you for your concern. You’ve put tears in my eyes. (((HUGS))) Amy

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    • it is frightening to be lost, physically or emotionally. I was just saying at another comment, I will be reposting a lot of previously written poems, many were in memory of Roby, I have made a lot of work for myself, but a fresh start is not so bad. Love ya much.

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  1. you and me both, lady, lost at the river… no one found me, thought, instead I found God! He’s always with me… at the river, with the bugs, even under the overpasses where my son lives… life is strange, and FICKLE, but that was a lovely poem. kind of inspired me to write the one I’m about to post! thanks Holly! and I love the new site! 🙂

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