stitch in time
Thalia swats at a fly. “Shooo! Go away. We’re triiiiii-ing to think here!”
“How about this…” Calliope finds a poem that Loveletterist wrote some time ago. “Can we shoehorn it in?”
“Yes.” Nia’s can-do attitude takes a seat at the table. “It’s perfect — for a cancer diagnosis and — for living life.”
I set out
upon the sea
not knowing how
to sail
At times the unknown
bolsters me
sometimes
it makes me pale
Floating without
a place to land
can unnerve
the strongest soul
Reaching without
sight of sand
will eventually
take a toll
Lost betwixt
distant shores
What options will present?
Are you
destined to search evermore
amid swells that won’t relent?
Your biggest challenge
lies inside
What are you made of lass?
How rough and tumble is your hide?
Can you find
leaves of grass?
A few words from Loveletterist:
Last weekend's meeting with the editor of Poise was encouraging.
We agreed that one vignette was not a good fit.
I'm going to replace it with the poem shared above.
The ice cream cone drawing will pair with the vignette that tells the story of my first visit with Dr. S (medical oncologist).
We both love ice cream. :)
Thank you for being part of this book! I am grateful you are here.
How old is the ice cream cone drawing? It feels like a different era for you, Gail.