I should be cooking, and yet my mind says write...

Last year the memories of Thanksgiving are deeply embedded in my brain. 

 Our family splintered,

 hospital halls,

 pacing, 

wandering.

 My thoughts all askew.

 funeral planning, 

Taylor's eyes;
 pain, 
 unknowing.. 

My mother heart ripping to shreds, 

wondering- where will this lead? 

Picking flowers; a casket.

 Seeing Madie,

 holding her close, touching her hair.

 wondering how to part ,

 the truth being too hard to bare,

 shrouding the holidays...