A Memorial Day From Hell

Viewing south from Harborview
Viewing to the south from Seattle’s Harborview hospital

An ICU Haiku:

At the very top
A view south of Seattle
The ICU’s noise

My family came home yesterday evening after a few days in Seattle’s Harborview hospital. This is the highest level trauma center for a good portion of the western US. My son’s skateboarding accident Monday afternoon resulted in a skull fracture, bleeding on his brain and a concussion. Hence our stay at a level 1 trauma center.

We’re home now, really just starting the long road of healing before us. It’s amazing to many of us how quickly we got here. A huge help: his helmet. The trauma was significantly mitigated by it. Several doctors and nurses told us it saved his life. Talk about sobering.

As we continue down this I will keep in mind how close we came to life altering calamity. When I feel frustrated about the caregiving, his surliness (a warning from the nurses)…all the elements of a head injury with months/years-long recovery, I will focus on how close we came to losing everything. I’m lucky: I brought my son home.

Dreadful thoughts from a young mind 

“My dad is dying”

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Exploring Sandra Bacchi’s “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries”

Sandra Bacchi, a Pittsburgh based photographer and cinematographer I discovered via Edge of Humanity Magazine. Her current project, “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries” stuns me with its beauty.

‘Watermelons Are Not Strawberries’ is a work-in-progress, as I continually seek to better understand myself and increase my awareness of how I react to challenges related to my experiences as a mother. The photos reveal to me how uncertain and obscure my life became with motherhood. At the same time, there is an undeniable clarity in how my daughters lead the way for me to follow a brighter path as I journey through my everyday life.

My favorite image from this collection. I adore how the girl’s dress blends so well with the tree’s summer-lit leaves.

 

Also check out We Are All In This Together, another of her collections.


I’m experimenting with sharing more than just my poetry. There are so many beautiful things out there which I desire to share. Our world, so filled with ugliness and rage, needs to see more beauty. 

Wishing each of you a refreshing and recharging weekend. 

Parenting Frustrations  

Clothes,
Simply…
Just clothes
Arguments burst forth
And I cant….

Children fighting
Like this thing
Defends innocent
Lives

No willingness to
Give, to attempt
Anything outside
The preconceived

“I won’t find
ANYTHING” in this
Place I’ve not yet
Seen.

Frustrated at my
Failure…
No understanding or
Trusting in my
Experience

All I’ve done
All I am;
Worthless

I am tired