She beckoned me to her room
Blood staining towels and t-shirts
Open wrists resting
Meditating
Mom, I don’t know what to do
Puzzled, scared
I have no answer
I wish I had an answer
but I do see
A need for stitches
In the ER
A perplexed MD
With twenty stitches
Closes
A page in her life and mine
Yesterday
She dressed like a cowboy
Ate apples in the front yard
Flopped on her belly
Rolled and cooed new kittens
She drew happy little girls
And talked with a lisp
But somehow
Her world has become dark
And sweetness has been drained
From her slumber
Until
The cutting of her flesh
Is all she has for relief

Juliee Wendling
Relief