LessonsA Poem by Laylani Mullane
Important lessons come from the least likely of places... Written while thinking of my mother who died two years ago come the 28th of September.
It began as a 3cm lump,
Which grew into a lifetime of lessons and memories.
I was eight when my mom said,
"Baby, I have cancer."
To my young mind I thought it a monster,
And wished to slay it with my arsenal of stuffed animals and
For hurting my mother.
But over time the truth sunk in,
And soon I found myself possessing knowledge
That those only twice or three times my age possessed.
I learned how much a second-too-long stare can hurt
And how to comfort and protect those I care about.
I learned of sickness
And how to help those I love.
Ultimately I learned of death,
And how to enjoy the time we have.
Through this I took comfort in an angel who,
With a pink ribbon cross tattoo
And a missing breast,
Taught me how to smile when times were darkest.
Through her and her cancer I learned lessons,
Both good and bad
Of pain and laughter,
While watching cartoons after a cemo session.
Of tears and love,
While she held me after telling me it had come out of remission.
"Remember when the sun's shinning down, that's the warmth of my love,
And the rain is me helping to wash away your pain."
It was her goodbye to me two years ago.
And they are still etched into my heart, for I will never forget
Neither the love given by an angel,
Or the hard lessons I now cherish.
© 2008 Laylani Mullane
Added on September 16, 2008
AboutFor me poetry is about emotion, and most of the time when I write I try not to edit too much, if at all, because I believe that it'll only dimish the emotion. For the last few years writing has helpe.. more..