FLASHBACK

I've racked my brain this morning attempting to explain this set of poems. I feel as though I continue to fall short in my efforts. I will give a time lapse history instead.

October 2020, I left work release for what I hoped would be the last time. My son and his mother were living with me. I began my career as a Certified Asbestos Worker, and my probation was going well. I dove headfirst into my work, foot on the gas.

 

One day, in 2021, I received a call from my mother.

Baby!

What's up?

Can I borrow some money to get my hair and nails done?

I got you.

A few weeks went by; I received another call from mom informing me that auntie Becky and her went on a cruise. Auntie Becky caught covid, my mother tested negative. I told her that she should go and get retested, because they are not always correct.

Unfortunately, my worries were conformed. Mom's covid turned to phenomena, I convinced her to go on the ventilator, her blood went septic beginning to poison her organs, and they started to shut down one by one as she lay in the hospital bed.

TBH, I never really began to process her death until I was sitting back in Pierce County almost 24 months later. These following poems are the result of those introspections Letter to Mom, Fractured, and Letter to You.

 

THESE POEMS ARE RAW AND UNCENSORED. FOR THE SAKE OF ORIGINALITY, I WILL DELIVER THEM HOW THEY WERE WRITTEN!!

1nf@mous!