The Burden: poem about end of life choice
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A poem about my mother’s elaborate plan to end her life at 70 by throwing herself down a crevasse in the Franz Josef Glacier or Fox Glacier. I can’t remember which. End of life choice is complicated and personal. Her own choice was purely imaginary when she was young.
What an amazing poem and story – thanks for sharing and posting…
I enjoyed your poem Rachel. It made me think of how our ideas of end of life change as we age.
That’s very true. Thank you Robyn.
Your mother looks so much like my grandmother when she was young. There’s a poem in her eyes, reflected in her stance. Youth that knows no end, as she sits atop a world of possibilities. You and I know how it feels to look back at that person we call “youth,” knowing she lives inside us.
She had dreams, for sure, and her eyes were looking far and high. Thank you for looking.