Sinaloa Echoes
these months have been unforgiving, to watch her slowly
lose pace. and i sleep standing up, or not at all. but
these feelings can't amount to the struggle i see in that
room. but within it, i see a smile and i'm not sure where
that courage comes from. and if i wrote a last "goodbye"
i'd be calling it all quits, giving it all up. i know the
smells and sounds, all a little too well. so i struggle
to watch this day in and out. but long ago we built this
fire and it still glows. we fan the flames and it fills
me up. neither rain nor snow deadens it. with closed eyes
i wonder the pain, my heart fills, cries and holds her.
explanation
this is really written from the stand point of my father
and the way i imagine he may have felt and thought as he
watched my mother slowly lose her battle with cancer. as
a young child i know it was hard for me, but i was also
sheltered a bit from what was really happening. for him,
to watch the love of his life succumb to a horrible
disease at such a young age, i can only try to imagine
how very hard it was, how indescribable it must have
been, and how these feelings must still resonate within
him today.
