For Poetry Wednesday (since my migraine attack started yesterday and continues today after a painful night, I guess I can post it also on Thursday).
P.S. For those of you who don't know, my friend Julia is hosting the Poetry Wednesday on her blog Flakedoves.
A Parent's Lament
by Sandra Jaspen Hughes
He was just a baby, but I knew
The signs were there, I could see his pain.
A sudden shriek, alligator tears.
He clung to me in his anguish.
Help me. Help him. Help me help my son.
Blond, blue eyed, and smiling,
Running, climbing, tumbling, laughing-and then
He needed to stop.
He needed to sleep.
It hurt. He hurt. I hurt.
I can’t go to school, it’s too bright.
I need to stay in bed, turn off the light.
I’m missing my friends.
I’m missing my field trip.
I’m missing my life.
He’s not making this up. Can’t someone help?
Mama, I can’t see one side of the TV.
Mama, I can’t see all my fingers.
Help me, Mama.
I’m scared, Mama.
Make it go away, Mama. Make it go away.
Tall, blond, athletic, dynamic.
Playing forward in the Big Game.
The noise is unbearable,
The court is swaying;
Come pick me up, I can’t drive home.
Of course he’s in school.
What do you mean? He’s not in his class?
Where is he?
Find him, don’t punish him, help him.
Safe! Sound asleep in the school library.
My baby is sick and needs help.
My son just wants to be normal.
He’ll say he has the flu.
He’ll say he has a cold.
Putting on a face, he tries to mask the excruciating, yet invisible pain.
What will happen when he grows up?
Can he earn a living? Will someone love him?
It’s not “just” a headache .
It defines his every decision.
Did I do this to him? Is it my fault? Is it his?
If nothing can stop the pain, what will happen next?
The man has a headache.
The headache has hold of the man.
Relentless is the pain.
Brave and courageous, he searches for relief, for cures.
Help him. Help us. Help him live his life.
© Sandra Jaspen Hughes, 2011