We get in the car,
my 20 year old daughter
who suffers with depression
and I,
driving around
looking for normalcy.
Her moods,
dark and bleak
marinate in her room,
her hospice cell
she calls it.
So, everyday
I try to get her
out of the house
out of her own head
out of her sadness.
Some days,
we have errands
but some days
all we do is
aimlessly drive
the freeways
as she reads to me.
Right now,
we're in
the middle of
"To Kill a Mockingbird,"
and as we drive
her mood lightens
(being outside will do that)
we talk,
we share,
we get a soda.
I'd like to think
Atticus Finch
would do the same
if Scout had
treatment-resistant
suicidal depression.
i think he would. lovely poem
ReplyDeleteThanks, my anonymous friend!
DeleteThanks for the lift, and I mean that in both ways.
ReplyDeleteYou be welcome!
DeleteYes, I think he would.
ReplyDelete"we talk,
we share,
we get a soda." Being there
Yes, love is in the action.
DeleteBeautiful and heartbreaking. A terrible reality made into a fairy tale I can believe. What a miracle of a parent this speaker is, what a fantastic heart... I love all the hope that oozes out of this poem, how it doesn't promise a cures or the idea of permanent solution, but it plants a seed that sings, "I will do my best to make it better... for as long as you let me."
ReplyDeleteI love this.
As the parent in this autobiographical piece, thank you. See my daughter's blog in the upper right hand of this page.
DeleteLuv the sentiment of your personal caring aimless drives, which proves not to be aimless at all but good therapy
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog today
Much love...
Thanks, and much love back.
DeleteSadness, however, enveloped in caring love.
ReplyDeleteYes, thanks.
DeleteThis is heartbreaking, and uplifting at the same time. I really hope that this will work out for her (and you)
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree the situation is heartbreaking, but we have golden moments too. Thanks.
DeleteI weep for you and I weep for her, Mosk. That is so hard. I'll be keeping both of you in my prayers.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kiddo. We'll take any prayers you have to offer. :)
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ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteThey had a lot of talk apparently. Much the girl that reacted hard against wrongs that she saw, Scout still followed Atticus' advice! Atticus might just welcome her positive attitude!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thanks and I'm enjoying the book!
DeleteIt is good to get out and go for a drive together. Fresh air and sodas help. It is never one person who lives with depression ;it is two. Sometimes people don't realise that. Take care you and your daughter.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind and insightful comment.
DeleteOh I think Atticus would, for sure. As you do. Challenging, so challenging, love.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marian.
DeleteWhat to do but offer love? The pain under the surface here is palpable...as is the joy...weird huh?
ReplyDeleteThank you - yes, there is pain and joy in our relationship. And lots of love.
DeleteWhat a tough struggle, and what a loving, caring father you are.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteIt is my firm and long-held belief that everything anyone ever needs to know about life is contained in the pages of To Kill A Mockingbird. If there are words to heal, they are in there.
ReplyDeleteI'm thoroughly enjoying this classic. It's my first time reading it.
DeleteI agree that Atticus would do the same. Because of love that never stops. It is beyond difficult to live with depression. But, it is possible. And you are proving that. Thank you,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Thanks for the encouragement, my friend.
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ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteDepression is that deep well where the stone drops, hits water and there is no sound.
ReplyDeleteI think Atticus Finch (and you) will drop stones until there is splash, a ripple, a smile, a laugh.
Excellent poem.
Oh, Atticus would, for sure. And you ARE.
ReplyDeleteI like the understatement with which this is told, the plain facts enough without embellishment.