Patricia Murphy

What's Next?

In this time of unrest, what's next?   

Who will be our President on January 20, 2021?  

What will become of the United States?  

Do I even want to live here anymore?  

My beloved United States of America.  

I wonder as I wander.  

In this era, will normalcy return?  

Or will we just go downhill from here?  

As time passes by, who do I rely on?  

Myself and my own inner voice.  

I must do what's right for me.  

I must sing my own song.  

Write my own tune. 

Perform as an actress in my own way.  

Direct as I see fit.  

Talk from my own strength.  

Dance from my own choreography.  

Walk my own walk.  

I will rely on God as my higher power.  

For there is no tower better.  

I write to the letter. 

All for the greater good of humanity. 

Mom 

I wonder what's next for Mom. 

Yesterday, it was fifty-three years 

since she passed away.  

I remember the phone call I received 

from my Dad like it was today.  

He was calling me from Mom's 

hospital bed.  

It was an early morning call 

around 8 or 9 am.  

Dad told me Mommy had gone 

to heaven.  

She was young.  

Her illness finally consumed her 

after five years of battling it.  

As a devout Catholic I know 

she went to heaven.  

For years to come she remained 

with me.  

Her voice was always in my ears.  

I believe she is my Guardian Angel.  

She couldn't be with me physically 

any longer, but remained with me 

spiritually.  

As I tried to protect my younger 

sister and I from disaster.  

We remained strong through it all.  

It's made me who I am today.