The old lady kept coming by
the hospital to assure the medics that it’ll be okay
“He’s a true fighter,” she said. “I know he’ll make it.
He has won the battle with drugs
twice in the past. He’ll make it this time as well. I
know it. I feel it. I believe in him.”
“Mam,” said the doctor. “We found rusty fragments
of broken needles stuck in his arm. Now, since
you’re his only relative
I do believe we shall carry out a discussion involving septic shock.
The effects…”
“He’ll make it! I know he will!
He’s a true fighter and a champion.
I believe in him.”
He didn’t make it
but it was fine apparently. When they showed his
body in the morgue, the old lady
didn’t flinch.
Told them that’s not her son.
That was a dead body and her son was alive.
He’d never die like that.
He was going to make it.
She was sure he was going to make it.
-BOGDAN DRAGOS
Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.
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Bogdan’s writing pulls the reader into the depths of darkness and emotion. The mother’s stubborn will to see her son well and recovered overpowers her reasoning and acceptance of the truth. This piece moves the heart and troubles the mind. Love and faith know no limits.
Or does the need for support in old age cloud the woman’s thinking?
Congratulations Bogdan!
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“Love and faith know no limits” That’s right! The heart (feeling) always wins over the mind (rationality). Else humanity would’ve been extinct a long time ago (▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)
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Chilling!! Ah, a mother’s love can be a two sided blade.
Well done, Bogdan. Bravo!
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Many thanks for checking it out, Patricia! *:･ﾟ✧(=✪ ᆺ ✪=)*:･ﾟ✧
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With pleasure!
Cu placere, Bogdan. 🙂
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A common story of denial…..
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Yep (◕‿◕)
Well, denial is the first stage of grief. Followed swiftly by anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance (︶︿︶)
She’ll get there eventually…
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You got the sequence right. It was well written also…..
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Thank you ´･ᴗ･ `
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wait, broken-off needles? dude was hurtin bad! you’re the best at freakin us out lol
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┣▇▇▇═── ─=≡Σ(((つ ◉ل͜◉)つ Thanks!
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This is so good!
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Many thanks for checking it out, Susan ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶
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Love and faith has no limits that is so true. It’s a beautiful piece off writing Bogdan.
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⊂(◉ ‿ ◉)つ Thank you!!
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⊂(◉ ‿ ◉)つ Thank you!!
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We can’t change one’s belief, it’s a good thing!
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Indeed, you can’t change the mind of a person who won’t accept new ideas or different opinions. And this can be both a very good or a very bad thing. For example, it’s very good to have this kind of mentality when people are telling you to give up (on your dream or something like that), just don’t ever take no for an answer :))
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Lovely piece. The mother could not accept her son would die in such a tragic way. She loved her son and would prefer to hold on to the promise that this was not her son. A mother’s love is a strong thing. Nice to meet you here. Hugs, Joni
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( ＾◡＾)っ Thank you, Joni!
And thanks for the warm welcome.
Hugs ᵔ ᴥ ᵔ
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You are most welcome. It was a very provocative piece. I often wonder how anyone survives such a thing. Have a blessed day. Hugs, Joni
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