Here we go
rollercoaster,
when I thought you were steady.
Steady now, really steady.
You panicked me, you know.
Instant, reflexive,
self blame.
Steady up, steady.
Our children need you
and they need me more
when you’re gone.
Steady, I’ll be steady.
I measure my progress:
receive your news; panic.
Process and move forward.
Steady, actually steady.
My ex heading back to hospital, an unhappy surprise. Here’s a record of my response, and I’m grateful to be able for my kids.
