Living RoomMy living room is a sanctuaryLiving Room by Kraddish
Protecting my mind
From the world outside.
The walls are lined tools,
For the imagination and hands.
Shelves filled with books and games,
Cabinets full of paints and hand tools.
It is filled with the scent
Of aging books, vanilla, and fresh paint.
I spend countless hours here
Lost in thought or in other worlds,
Without fear of disturbance.
My LifeSitting alone again,My Life by Kraddish
Why is it always alone?
Am I really alone
In this time and place.
The ticking of the clock
Is the only marker
That time has not stopped.
A knock at the door
Yes! A visitor, but no
Only a lost soul.
Still alone in this space.
StrengthStrengthStrength by Kraddish
Praying for the strength to see me through this, I watch impatiently for them to pull up in the driveway. Minutes seem to stretch into hours. Today we find out whether or not the cancer is fully gone. Last month's scans had shown very little of the cancer left. She left hours ago, smiling and full of hope. With luck she will return the same way.
The sound of tires on gravel brings my attention back to the window. Here they come around the corner and up into the driveway. Dad gets out first and hurries around to help Mom from the car. She seems so small and weak as she slowly gets out. Pink floral bandana fluttering in the wind she starts toward the house. It's been so long now that I find it hard to picture her with hair. This thought nearly shatters the pillar of strength I've tried to build.
The stairs creak as she comes in and slowly makes her way up. I can see the news etched in the sadness in her face. As I