So its 5 A.M. and I’m awake…thinking of the previous day.
I’ve been up all day, and night, not knowing what to say.
Then it came to me, with these thoughts in my head,
What I would write about before I went to bed.
Just last night I was rearranging, packing up some things.
Making room for a comfortable bed, working on everything.
Everything to get ready , for a day to come.
Packing up old books and stuff, it really wasnt fun.
So I tried to make it as positive as I could
and remembered why all these things were good.
How I put items in a box, to put away a part of me…
But there is no box big enough, to hold the memory.
~Tricia Leigh 9/30/2009
I wrote this while I was going through a battle with Cancer. I have been in remission now for two years, but I had just heard from the Dr. that I was terminal when I wrote this poem.