Those who follow this blog,
know that all is not well in my world.
A young boy, childhood Leukemia,
and a bone marrow transplant,
have consumed me.
We celebrated cancers defeat,
but my young friend,
is now battling a very rare infection.
It is now I see,
the very fine line,
we walk each and every day.
No one knows their future.
There are no guarantees in life.
Last night I fretted.
I worried about meeting my friend, his mom.
What do you say to someone,
who is living her nightmare?
How do you speak of the unspeakable?
All I wished to do,
was to meet my friend,
and hug her.
A hug I hoped would say,
all that I could not.
Yesterday I traveled “home”,
to the place of my childhood.
To the house where my mum still lives.
As I entered feeling sad and troubled,
I met my mum as she opened the door to me.
In that moment,
I did not feel like a mother of four,
but as a child coming home to her mum.
Even though she is smaller and older,
I felt the hug of my mum.
It said, “welcome home”,
and “I am here for you”.
It was a hug which gave me strength.
Last night as I thought of this post,
I was mindful of the day that lay ahead.
However I had returned to the place of my childhood,
and I felt relaxed,
Determined to be able to give to my friend,
The hug my mum had given me.
And thankfully today was wonderful.
We chatted like we always do,
Yet sadly also shared,
Thoughts and worries,
No friends should ever have to share.
But best of all we hugged.
Hugs of friendship,sorrow,and despair,
Hugs of comfort and strength.
Hugs that can sometimes say,
All that words cannot