Words Heard...

...through the phone lines.

After another aberrant twist and unexpected turn
in the life of this nasty brain stem tumor,
I unleashed a rant of epic proportions
while on the phone.

My poor mother had no choice but to listen.

When I was done grumbling and whining about
the atrocities that face my sweet son,
my mother replied,

"I'm not quite sure what you want me to say."

Sometimes I just need to vent.
And I'm so thankful that my precious mother understands
that sometimes I'm not looking for answers.
Sometimes I just need to vent.