Late Jan. 1990 -
on the phone with Dad to find out
if he knows, if he knows
why, why
I checked off every answer yes but one
and down the stairs
comes a fresh faced child
gashes bleeding
we hid all the razors and sharp objects
she wrote the letters and gave away everything
***
2009
Dad, you've been dead a while now.
Mom will be 2 years tomorrow.
I don't count your time.
***
Feb 13, 1990
I remember the call.
Images:
my daughter in shackles
my daugher in the back of a cop car
my daughter in the bathroom stall cutting
the joint she had?
where could she have gotten that?
***
late Feb. 1990
Drivin' the truck down to Tuscon
Rose Marie's gettin out tonight
Oh yah SunRain and Edna got a party goin
Pizza beer and boys
For you and me,
Everything's gonna be all right!
Phone rings at Edna's.
I don't know how I know
the voice on the other end of the phone is right.
"If you don't put your duaghter in treatment,
SHE WILL DIE."
baby on one couch
i'm on the other
all night "NO NO Don't MAKE ME GOOOOO"
How I had the strength, I still don't know.
March 3, 1990
a circle of chairs
in a church meeting hall
no body looks like me --
all dressed up...
motorcycle man
sharing across the circle, sez
"when I have feelings,
I have a hard time reaching out"
song goes in my head
"I'm Coming Home"
I ask for help.
I get meeting lists,
phone numbers,
and an invite to coffee.
***
March 9, 1990
crazy ol' hippie boy!!!
Where's the pot??!?!?!
March 10, 1990
I NEED A MEETIN!
Feb 13, 2009
what are days but jewels?
the air is aquamarine, my tears are diamonds.
at work I can't think, distracted by
visions of the past
fresh but distant
like a favorite show
rewatched
I know what happens
but I still can't believe
WE'RE ALIVE
Images:
Daughter in gowns with honors in hand
Mom watching her from the wheelchair
We have the same look in our eyes
What are days but jewels?
smiles are citrine, losses are pearls
TO COME:
March 10, 2009
I will sit in a circle of chairs in a church meeting room
everyone looks like family
and I will say
Thank you NA
For my LIFE
What are days but jewels?
Stars do not shine in the day.
Blessed be thou, dark night of my soul.
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