Sunday, 11:37 AM
Surrounded by light,
Across the Universe:
“Nothings going to change my world.”
And I left the room serene,
hopeful I could pocket the joy,
nibble at it all week.
Sunday, 1:48 PM
Surrounded by pediatric cancer survivors,
a song written by a camper
thanking donors for their support.
And I left the room anxious,
frustrated that children must suffer so,
my pocket nearly empty.
Sunday, 4:16 PM
Surrounded by bird song
about what it’s like
to raise a child with a critical illness.
How you learn to only inhabit the moment,
survive all the ongoing pain
by belly flopping enthusiastically
into every pool of happy.
NaPoWriMo Day 12