{"id":73209,"date":"2020-06-28T00:48:17","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T04:48:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=73209"},"modified":"2020-06-28T00:48:17","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T04:48:17","slug":"therapy-but-with-bears-hour-16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/therapy-but-with-bears-hour-16\/","title":{"rendered":"THERAPY, BUT WITH BEARS – Hour 16"},"content":{"rendered":"

THERAPY, BUT WITH BEARS<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cDo not defile it with cliche. It is unnameable.\u201d \u2014Isabella Huppert, <\/span>I Heart Huckabees<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My second grade teacher was paralyzed from a stroke<\/span><\/p>\n

around the time I went to college. My mom and I still visit sometimes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her husband diligently brings her what she demands:<\/span><\/p>\n

Tea, a magazine, a gift for their guests. He lifts her from her chair. <\/span><\/p>\n

She doesn\u2019t want to do physical therapy, it hurts.<\/span><\/p>\n

He is so patient, so so kind<\/span><\/p>\n

Watching, I said to myself, <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, like that.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My own folks, too, not to say they\u2019re perfect<\/span><\/p>\n

But they know how to handle each other<\/span><\/p>\n

My mother stern and frazzled, my father<\/span><\/p>\n

Always playful but always getting the job done<\/span><\/p>\n

They fight, and they make up<\/span><\/p>\n

They say things they don\u2019t mean, but<\/span><\/p>\n

They know how to say sorry.<\/span><\/p>\n

So I learned a little more than most<\/span><\/p>\n

Like that, yes, something like that<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It doesn\u2019t seem impossible, not when it\u2019s all around you<\/span><\/p>\n

But anyone can forget after too long on the wrong track<\/span><\/p>\n

So I\u2019m huddled under a blanket heaving<\/span><\/p>\n

Hiding my eyes so I can uglycry with total freedom<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But you don\u2019t try to drag me out, you don\u2019t try to dive in<\/span><\/p>\n

You pile every stuffed animal we own<\/span><\/p>\n

Gathering me up in a fluffy stuffie bundle hill<\/span><\/p>\n

A group hug of mutual concern from our happy menagerie\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Some of those stuffies came from exes but you\u2019re never been threatened<\/span><\/p>\n

They are our family too\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

They each have a special power that only you and I know<\/span><\/p>\n

and I\u2019m sobbing now but it switched and there are small giggles<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m crying peaceful in a comfortable heap of my history.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>We\u2019re adults however we want<\/span><\/p>\n

and we\u2019re here for whatever is needed<\/span><\/p>\n

yes this, like this, just like this.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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