It’s my night to meet with Liz
To tell her “bout my private biz
She mulls it over then tells me how it really is
You see it’s her job
To listen to me cry and sob
Imagine that…
She gets paid to listen to me

Most therapists say:

“Having a little anxiety attack?
"How about some nice Prozac”
Or
Can’t sleep, feeling lost and alone?
“How about some nice Trazodone”
Or
“Manic Depressive? Feel like a ***?
How about some nice Lithium”

Not Liz…
She gives appropriate drugs
Better yet she gives big hugs
Encourages me my thoughts to share
Teaches me to live again if I dare
To break free from loss and pain
Knowing from the truth I might gain

More free time
For both of us

On
Wednesdays at six

Wait... I can go no further

My "time" is no longer mine
My "heart" is no longer mine
My "mind" is no longer mine

The sun never rises in my lost world
There was a time and a place
Where I was whole and had a face
My existence was recognized

Once a real person…on the road to life
Now a person on the long road to hell
Lost between worlds time and space

Not in my "time"
Not in my "heart"
But in my "mind"

I can be free
It all starts with me

A Mother’s love never changes
No matter how life rearranges
While on earth
We must cherish its worth
When she is gone
Yes, life goes on
She just sends her love
From above
She is always with you
You need only look within
Her words, no longer heard
Are speaking to your soul
Completing the circle
Making it whole
The gap closed with her Mother
And her Mother before
It’s a legacy of love
We Mothers pass along
Listen…
You will hear it on the wind
In your children’s voices
In the deepest quiet
In the loudest riot
Crystal clear
Ever near
Listen...
You will hear
I love you
My dear
~~~
Mother