Taking Leave


Looking at her first born,
she remembered those six long years
of wondering if she and her husband
would have a child. Perhaps

they had tried too hard, as
when they stopped trying,
her pregnancy stayed, and
her son was born.

“My life has been filled with
miracles,” she thought,
thinking of the polio that almost
took her life at five years old.

“Your daughter won’t see her sixth year,’
the doctor told her parents.
But then one day she moved a toe,
and from there got well, with only

her left arm that was a challenge.
She sighed, gently squeezing
her son’s hand. Now, fifty years
after having polio, it was her

time to go. “I love you,Mom,”
her son said. Smiling at him,
she closed her eyes, and
was gone.

About gwpj

Originally from Seattle, I now live in Sapporo, Japan, where I write, explore this city, read widely, and ask questions about things that i see as important. I'm also an author, with three novels published ("The Old Man and The Monkey", "Grandfather and The Raven", and "Bear: a story about a boy and his unusual dog"). For more information about my writing, drop by my website, at www.geogepolleyauthor.com.
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