On Sunday mornings, she would come into my room, waking me up, and slipping into bed beside me. I don’t remember what we’d talk about as I’d slowly become alert to the morning sun around me. Maybe we talked about what was for breakfast. Maybe one of the hounds jumped into the bed to join the morning time together. Maybe she asked what the rest of my day entailed. Maybe we dreamt together of days filled with the promise of tomorrows.
I do not remember the words. I remember the safety of her lying close beside me. The feeling of having her all to myself. The comfort of her presence in the weekend mornings in my life.
I still try to take those moments with her…those moments between being asleep and being awake when I can feel her love beside me. Maybe we speak of breakfast. Maybe we speak of the rest of the day. Maybe a hound comes to join us as we lay together.
How would you respond to the writing prompt, “Something that you know by heart…” ?
This writing comes directly from one of our participants in our Unspoken Ink Creative Writing Group for young adult cancer survivors. The participants met for 2 hours each week, for 10 weeks during our Spring 2016 session. This writing has not been edited since its original creation, showing the wonderfully raw and powerful prose coming from the courageous writing group participants each week. Our Fall 2016 session is happening now, but if you’d like to sign up for future sessions, please email firstname.lastname@example.org or sign up on our interest form.