In 1958, the year I turned five, my family joined other relatives on a logging and homesteading adventure into the Pine River region of Northern British Columbia. I've been writing bits about that experience off and on for ages, but needed motivation to become truly focused. I committed to sharing a bit publicly every week so that I wouldn't give up. This is the last poem in these drafts for now. I have appreciated all the feedback, questions, and advice I have received from all of the Poetry Friday community.
Now it's time to make use your gifts and advice and start reworking it all.
When I started thinking about where I might send this off to in order to publish it, I discovered that many people don't want to look at work if any version of it has been published in any format, including on a blog. I wish I had known this before I started. Is there a way around this?
ENDING
Just like that,
it was over.
unlike that of
a perfectly hewn tree,
our family’s trajectory
had not fallen true
Daddy survived,
but had to use a wheelchair
for what remained of his life
never accepted it
just got better at coping
the future our family faced
would prove to be
more challenging than
those few months in the north
the horrors ahead
made those hardships
seem idyllic
shaped us all up
into different kinds of people
but we would survive
there really wasn’t any other option
Here are links to previous poems in this collection.
Leaving
Characters
Journey
Arrival
Preparedness
Ready and Willing
Larder
Laundry
Diaper Duty
Skunk Trouble
Working
Pawns
Crossing
Bath Time
invincible
Explorer
Time For Fun
First Snow
Miserable Physics
Difficult Decision
Return