I came across my poetry book from Mrs. Barnoski's senior poetry class and found a poem I had written about Libby and wanted to share it with you...It really hit home for me because I wrote it under the assumption I would always have my mom and now I don't so it takes on such a different meaning. I guess both of our moms had the best seat in the house through our most important times (marriage and babies) Lib never stop remembering!
LIBBY
by Alicia Bunce
I sit on my bedroom floor
next to her
I see her eyes fill with tears
What strong eyes
What beautiful eyes
They have seen such desolated pictures
Yet still shine
I want to cry too
It was her own mother
who breathed her last breath
I want to say I know
what you're going through
But I can't
I don't
She holds so much inside
People forget
She does not forget
She can't
She won't
Who do you blame?
God?
They say everyone on earth has a purpose
But how can your purpose be
to fight cancer?
I know she has many questions
Not for dad
brother
me
But for mom
Questions only a mom would know
It is hard to imagine my mother
not seeing me graduate
get married
have my first child
But her mom really will
and with the best seat in the house
Above looking down
surrounding all that lives with love
and with her special touch
Love ya Lib