Halfway To Heaven

Halfway To Heaven

A Poem by Gee
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A mother and son, age and illness

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For many years now this her place,
a tightrope walked unsteadily between life and death.
Stooped by both age and illness she sees no way forward,
planning no further than the next meal,
her life lived ever in the now.
This existence she only ever briefly escapes
with turned pages and dreams revealing what could could been,
had she not had 2 failed marriages, 9 kids, many jobs,
and many, many, more lonely nights.
On good days her mind, wit, has her tongue running humorous rings around us,
on bad, she falters, trips on words, forgets, "What was I saying.."
We drink tea, I get the latest death count,
"He/she was only," and then an age applied.
At her lowest, when most ill, I asked what gives her the strength to carry on,
if she was afraid of dying, she laughed.
"I'm not afraid of death, I fear only what I'll miss when dead, I'm to nosy to die"
And so she carries on, precariously balanced, halfway to heaven,
with me prepared,
stood down,
prepared,
stood down,
but never really ready.














© 2019 Gee


Author's Note

Gee
At the time of writing this mum was on the up from yet another illness. Sadly mum passed away on 09/04/2019

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I hope that I would have eventually stumbled upon these very fine words, all by myself... a most relateable poem Gee.. reminds me of when I used to visit elderly loved ones.. it seems they were obsessed with the obituary column... although not quite there myself yet, I notice that my Christmas card list is getting shorter every year... take care my friend and Seasons Best to you lot in MK :)

Posted 10 Months Ago


Neville

10 Months Ago

Cheers mate.. my pleasure and give ya ma a hug and say its from Somerset will ya..
Gee

10 Months Ago

Will do, you're a good man :)
Neville

10 Months Ago

get outa here:)
dear Gee... it does make sense... I am bright as a Pebble in the moonlight. I follow politics to a T... admire the way the late President H.W. Bush was diplomatic... May he Rest In Peace.
Yes, it is the best of times to remember. truly, Pat

Posted 10 Months Ago


Gee

10 Months Ago

Thank you for taking the time to both read and comment Patricia.
Half way to Heaven with Heaven stooping its head to meet her.
I've walked the road with many a loved one you express it beautifully.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Gee

10 Months Ago

Thank you. Touch wood, at present mum is as well as she's been for years.
never understand why it's called a failed marriage. maybe it's "till we want to part, and not death do us"? Sorry, not to be taken as a critique.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Gee

10 Months Ago

Hi Maxwell, hope all is well in your world.
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you do such a wonderful job with painting characters


Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Thank you, tis me and mum. By rights she should have popped her clogs many moons ago but she's a tou.. read more
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1 Year Ago

:) she's earned the right to eat her chicken first.
i'm totally taking her side on that (:
What a moving poem. About life and living and want to rest also from it all. Touching and emotional as well as witty.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Thanks Dawn, is actually me and my old mum :))
I like this. God don't want me yet. Every morning I wake up. "God, I'm still alive" I whisper... Guess I'm not ready for your kingdom, just yet.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Life in the ol' dog yet, eh?
Thanks again Arthur
Oh, this is so tender, clever and humorous at the same time.. I love the part about the latest death count (reminded me a bit of Monty Python), and then about her being too nosy to die! That’s so cute! I love it!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

I'm glad you enjoyed. Thank you
I relate to this write very much. My mum is in a nursing home and is neither here, not there. She is an inbetweener. Her good days are few and many are upsetting, and I are wonder as does the rest of our family how she manages to keep going. It is heartbreaking, she is a shell of her former vibrant self. When her time comes, we won't be ready. We will never be ready. Your poem brought her right back into my sitting room this evening. A poignant write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Good morning Christine. It is so, so sad to see the gradual decline of both the health and mental aw.. read more
I kinda can relate to this here and there. I am glad I had a chance to read this. This is so deep and personal it feels like. Awesome

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Very personal but often this type of writing, because of this, is the easiest to pen. Thank you fir.. read more

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Added on April 22, 2017
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