72. Fly Away

For twenty-nine years I waited for my mother to die,

wrote a story and hid it well:

My Mother’s Diary.


When Mom first got cancer, I was a child.

She wouldn’t last long.

But it came and went,

came and went again,

came back.


“You have to be a warrior,” Mom always said.


I kept waiting for the battle to end.


She fought on through surgeries,



more radiation,

more chemo,

countless hormone treatments.


When my time comes they will call me proud when I say,

“No, thank you.”


I will explain that I’ve been holding this ticket

for decades. My bags are packed.

I’m ready to fly away.