My Mom, the Zombie

Her body lives on; Her memory has not.

She goes on her daily business, yet remembers no one.

She loves to see us and hear us; however, does she really remember us?

She has become a zombie - alive, yet not alive. Breathing in the air, but not remembering, the sweetness of it.

Feeling joy at the sound of a familiar voice, but the joy is quickly forgotten once the call is finished.

She kept getting worse over the years, and we could do nothing to stop it or even slow it. Her we watched getting worse and worse, becoming more and more a zombie. Till now she is one.

She wants to see me and asks each time when I talk to her. She forgets I have neither the time nor the money, and I do not mind her asking me.

Her requests though hurt me because she has a zombie's memory.

She will see me one day and then forget I was there.

Her heart though will remember I was there. For her love for those who love her still lives on in her heart unforgotten.

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Leaving Stress Behind

Stress is good to a point,

but at times it overwhelms me

and leaves me feeling isolated

and lonely and trapped.

Giving up is not in my vocabulary,

but the idea of it rattles in my head at times.

Nevertheless, no matter, how down my psyche is,

deep down, I struggle to come out of the isolation,

and despair, and break free into the warmth

of friendship and smiles and joy.

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Questions

I have so many unasked questions that I want to ask.

Sometimes, they are best left unsaid,

and sometimes, having said one, I am taken to task.

So some questions now are on my lips but dead.

Questions can be inquisitive, helpful, or simply kind.

I like to always to understand and learn,

for that improves and sharpens my mind.

And as I ask a question, another one starts to churn.

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Are You OK?

I know you survived the op intially,

but what about now?

Quiet you have remained since that one day,

a few days ago. Silence. Calls not answered nor returned.

Are you ok or did you take a turn for the worse?

I wish I knew. Knew how you were.

That's all I want to know. How are you?

And when can I hear your sweet voice again?

Or will I never hear it again?

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Chapters Flowing

A chapter is soon to close,

and another one will start.

Emotions are mixed:

happiness, fear, and nerves.

Wanting to move on, but have to wait.

Looking back on the risks that I have taken,

I smile and breath deep.

Focus on lowering my anxiety,

and make plans for the future.

Life goes on and I flow with it,

while steering a path for me.

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The Call

You called me and listened to me.

You told me I was sounding down.

I denied it and told you I was ok.

I went for a walk and realized you were right.

Took a deep breath, while walking and changed my dreams.

Changed them to happy ones.

You answered when I called you back.

I told you that you were right.

Your friendship gives me hope.

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Change

Change is coming.

I can see it looming on the horizon.

It scares me; I feel fear, coldness, and unsure.

I want to crawl into hole and feel safe, warm, and secure.

But holes only give the illusion of safety, warmth, and security.

I can only fit myself in there; not my friends.

My friends, who are they, and where are they?

I am in my hole alone, fearful, and insecure.

Change is coming; its hoofbeats are getting louder and louder.

I carefully stick my head out and decide on my next move.

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