Shadorma #42

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Another
Cold grey winter morn
Since you passed
Days ago
Our family story’s told—I’m
the last of the line.

skat@2019

Shadorma #41

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The hot pink
hoodie you once loved
smells not at
all like you
now, but when I’ve got it on,
it feels like a hug.

skat©2019

Left Behind

You can be an age
When you’re no longer a child,
Yet still feel orphaned.

Skat@2019

Shadorma #39

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Old bones crack
under any weight
they will break
we tumble
to the ground, just one last time–
crumbling into dust.

skat @2018

These past two months have been rough. In November, my 89-year old mother fell, resulting in a femur-fracture. After a succesful operation, and arduous 6-week recovery, involving walker-training and the assessment of an Occupational Therapist and Physiotherapist, she returned home to her seniors’ residence. On the same day, she fell again, was taken to emergency, x-rayed and sent back home. Yesterday, while I was with her, she fell again. This time, x-rays revealed a break in the same bone that had previously been repaired. she is currently awaiting a second operation.

If you know anyone who takes Fosamax, tell them to get off it; we were advised by the doctor who saw her yesterday, that it can actually make osteoporosis worse.

Kat

Shadorma #36

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Bumblebee,
soon you will die, so
I try to
warm you up
on a sunshiny flower,
and feed you honey.

skat@2018