Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Onward
Finally a day without doctors -
this time next week I'll be a mother
again
but for how long, they can't say.
No magical medical prescription
can answer that question.
You know, there is no passion
in the coming of the Carolina winter
just sudden cold whispers and
a subtle change in the flavor of sunlight
from peaches to pine,
and my chest seizes at the passing
of another week - onward into December.
congenital heart defect,
poetry
posted by Erin @
6:45 PM
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