My sister, JP, the one closest in age to me, had a medical emergency Wednesday night at work. She was rushed to the ER, where they did cranial surgery to relieve pressure. She’s in a medically-induced coma. I’m in shock. She’s in Florida, unconscious, and there’s nothing I can do. They hope to bring her out of the coma tonight or tomorrow, and then they can assess what damage the stroke or whatever it was did to her body.
Ironically, I had been reading a few poems from Good Poems for Hard Times. I think this qualifies. Here’s one of the poems I read and loved:
On a Night of Snow
Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing low,
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet–
stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.
Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes’ green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar–
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!
Going. Staying. The choices we make all our lives. JP, stay here, by the fire.
Myra at Gathering Books has The Poetry Friday Roundup today.