Good Morning

To You

To You

a poem by Jazzy D





To you my raven-haired fox
That tumultuously caught me
In your sight,
This paen I ascribe to you
Ensnared within your lair
Your songbird of love
Against the darkling sky.
My heart is rendered bare.

To all my friends

This will be brief. Ros' CT scan (as we suspected) revealed a mass close to the oesophagus and trachea. The consultant said that he would hold an inter-departmental meeting to decide the next move. A biopsy will almost certainly be required. When we eventually got home Ros hugged me and said: I'm going to die, aren't I. How do you handle that? She looks so frail.

I am in bits.

I Have This Well Of Deep Sadness

Whilst I had a lovely day in town and on a day that was sunny with blue skies, I have this gnawing tinge of sadness. As you know or may not know, the news from my brother is alarming and devastating, and I can only feel his distress and worry. I hope, I truly hope, that after the biopsy, the diagnosis could be more positive concerning Ros.

We often think we are invincible and can go on forever. Alas, we are not immortal. Then you realize that every day is precious when you reach a certain age.
Whilst I had a good day in the pub my local, with friends and enjoying a curry, but once that is done and over, I come home, read my bro’s blog again and I weep. I weep for a long time till my eyes are dry.

This may not be the first time as time unfolds. I am not a religious person but then I pray to something higher than myself, a universal cosmic presence, that will make everything ok. – hopefully – and for now that is all I can do. Be resilient and brave. For what else can we do?