I remember this lovely from your website, you talented woman---a touching tribute.
Do stay a continuing presence here, Heather.
Why can't I seem to find you in London or thereabouts? I'll be in Wilton Wilts UK 'til 10th November.
Most best and prolly getting better; it certainly feels that way, doesn't it?
Judy
> From: Heather Taylor <[log in to unmask]>
> Date: 2005/11/02 Wed PM 12:09:16 EST
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Snapshot - confinement
>
> Confinement
>
> After school care turned 24 hour close watch
> when ER doctors prescribed a housebound state:
> the march of red measle ants thru checked corridors
> made hospital reprieves deadly for shrivelled lungs,
> pneumonia turning bronchioles into tiny fists.
>
> My sleep surpassed counting sheep to 5 day affairs,
> consciousness a parade of banana syrup,
> toast soldiers, my mom's open palm pounding my back,
> to spasms as I monkey-hung off of her knee,
> my head two fingers from a mixing bowl turned bucket.
>
> My mum became warden,
> I became ungrateful,
> my house became the pillow
> that suffocated me in the night.
>
> It isn't til now, years passed like tabloid papers,
> that I remember her sat days at my bed
> my pre-pubescent frame relearning how to breath
> while she willed me back to life through sleep hungry nights,
> her hand a light touch on my back, a salvation.
>
> Heather
> www.heathertaylor.co.uk
>
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