Written this last Tuesday in August
Written With/For dVersePoets #OpenLinkNight
@dVersePoet
nothing prepares you for this day
scant feelings of rushed tears &
a sobbing soul
scant feelings of rushed tears &
a sobbing soul
somehow you keep holding
them at bay ~
pushed back &
buttoned hole
secrets of diagnosis
pinned down with yet
another pair of hands
without regrets
not for any part of the day
a closing and watchful eye
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 
Joan, this is laced with both courage and emotion. To face a life-threatening diagosis, to travel that end-of-life journey alone or with a loved one can only be taken a day at a time. (I'm a hospice nurse–retired, that is–and have seen so many responses. Yours is touching. I wish you well.
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Such a poignant poem, my friend. It is a place we never want to be but good to face with no regrets. Sending smiles over the ridge to you tonight. K
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Yeah not much can be done on those days, just sit and watch many a time.
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O, Joanie, a small diamond gem that cuts deeply,knowingly. We can never prepare…and yet that “without regrets” resonates with the reader, profoundly. A great reminder, and some solace. So right on!
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Thanks Claudia for visiting my blog tonight!
I think you are right really can we ever be prepared?
Living life without regrets — important for me to try!
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Brian, thank you for reading and commenting as well.
Yes, very tough emotions as you know, so sorry for your loss.
Always difficult – may blessings surround you and your family each and every day!
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Thanks Louise for taking time to read and comment! Life sometimes is layered upon us — seemingly surrounding us with little else but immediate needs. However, one finds blessings within each moment that we do have. No guarantees —
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think even if we would prepare, we couldn't really… very sensitively penned.. and “without regrets” stands out for me as well
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ugh…hard emotions in this…nothing does prepare you for that day…you allude to why it was the day for you…but i think on some level we all have those days…mine for me was a long one with my MIL as she passed with no help available…
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Oh, a deep and moving small poem…”without regrets” stands out for me..
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