Her blood channels tighten
in a cruel and unusual
for always skirting the issue.
She said she's cashing in her chips.
What will she become
when Venus returns
and she can't supply the goods?
Through rosy lens and wild pursuit
her body became her prison.
Her heart just wasn't into
cloaking the matter any longer.
Hence, she'll croak
and lie with the fishes
and Luca Brazzi.
Okay, now that you've read the poem, I'll unravel it for you. My mother has been diagnosed with aortic stenosis. The left ventricle of the heart pumps blood out into the body, it returns via the "Venus return" blood vessels back into the left ventricle but the entrance is narrowing and calcifying. It's a death sentence.
Her wishes have always been that she would rather die than give up a "normal" life. The surgery could take away "normalcy" so she is refusing treatment. I am respecting her wishes. This is not the only thing wrong with her. This is just the latest newcomer to the party. So, as I said, I am respecting her wishes.
In an earlier post I wrote a poem about "my family keeps secrets". My writings are causing some uproar and pain to surface in family members who don't want me to talk about these things. They have a right to their opinion. I have a right to my opinion and I chose this forum to express my opinion. I have mother issues. Now seems like a good time as any to work on them in the form of poetry. My issues are mine. I have no wish to disturb my mother with them since she has always been about keeping the peace. And I believe working on my issues in the form of poetry to be the least invasive.