A Victory Whoop!

I want to write my story
With pages full of words
That tell the tales of all my dreams
Such were stories never heard

A mystery and a drama
A thriller read by all
A tale to find in the fiction aisle
A good drama to enthrall

My pen is poised and ready
The paper crisp and bare
I look up to see her watching –
She is watching from her chair

She wants to see me writing
She wants the words to flow
And take me far away from here
To where I need to go

I smile when I look at her
She knows me oh so well
She reads the story inside my head
No words I need to tell

The tale seems dark and scary now
It’s difficult to read
We do not know just where I’ll go
To finally be freed –

Free from this script where I am held
A captive so it seems
A great escape is what I need
I see it in my dreams

I’ll fight so hard to pen my fate
And liberate my soul
I promise, Mom, I’ll do my best
To get back some control

I move the pen and craft a phrase
And then a little verse
The story starts, the plot unfolds
Stage Left – please enter in the nurse

A momentary lapse of time
It stands outside the door
And holds it breathe the seconds halt
For we are now at war

I’m still unclear my battle lines
Who is friend or foe
I’ll write a script to prophesize
Who draws the final blow –

My story starts, I am prepared
The actors become clear
There are so many by my side
Who hold to me so dear

My faith, my trust, my mind, and hope
Like waves upon the sand
Wash out the scene which lead me here
And reveal a golden land

I hold Mom tight, I squeeze her tight
She has nothing more to fear
I put my life in my warrior’s hands
And keep my mission clear


I want to write my story
With pages ripe with words
The tales of all my dreams continue on –
My victorious whoop is heard!


About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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14 Responses to A Victory Whoop!

  1. Judy says:

    Well, I simply loved this! Your pacing, rhymes, drama, sentimentality, humor – all of it in one poem. I celebrated your ending and think this is a real treasure. Wish you could get it published. Someday, maybe?

    • inmycorner says:

      Really? I didn’t get that – grin. Glad you were the one reading. Maybe – this was for a mother and daughter team I met at RVH – for whom I wrote the poem and will give it to them in two weeks – next treatment for the daughter. My heart ached.

  2. Let her victory be heard!!!!!!! And let her mother add her voice to that victory yell !!!!

    This led me right up to their journey Stacy. I hope her journey is full of the same kind of warriors that joined you.

    • inmycorner says:

      Right??? Oh, my heart was throbbing for them. I lived their battle with them. I hope, too, that she has the support/ warriors I had. Wish you knew them, Colleen! Thanks for this!

  3. Gallivanta says:

    This is a lovely gift, Stacy. It will be so cherished.

  4. GP Cox says:

    That was simply outstanding!!

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