I did not want to hear it.
Your blood pressure is too high, the doctor said. This is serious. You might have a heart attack. I’m going to prescribe some pills. Take one every morning.
a bramble catches
I had a deep sense of abandonment from losing my mother at a very young age. Doctors do not seem to understand how it feels for a pre-lingual child to sustain such a painful loss and not be able to articulate the experience. I don’t know if it will ever be resolved. Perhaps it’s too late.
She was not perfect, she was bipolar and by most accounts, crazy. But she was my mum and she simply disappeared.
Just like that.
april snow . . .
the last petal falls
from the cherry
Blithe Spirit, Journal of the British Haiku Society,
Vol 28 number 3, August, 2018 ISSN 1353-3320