Existential

In the gracious words of my little sister that are posted on the fridge even as I write this...

Cancer

It takes just
six small letters
to make a hero of
a well functioning
Liver,
and the previously unknown
location of the
pancreas
becomes obvious:
It's in the back of the mind
near Hope,
just below "What's For Dinner",
and next to
"How Does One Say
                           Goodbye?".

~ G

This is the best explanation I can offer for my long and not exactly sporadic absence.  The woman who can call down the hummingbirds to her welcoming fingers, who loves an exasperating man and raised six exasperating sons and one stubborn daughter, who taught me stillness and pies, who gave me dainty ankles and dimpled cheeks, her middle name, and hatboxes on my birthday, will be gone before long.  I haven't a moment to lose.