“Walks along wooded trails, seashores…”

Finally, you are asleep, heating pad draped
Across your hip, another difficult night,
Hot bath, single pain pill, 10 prescribed
For 30 days, deep, rhythmic breathing in
Night darkness. As if life’s tides are
Pulling us apart, I hold on you, pull you
Towards me, even asleep you know I’m
There, or tablet-writing this poem in
Bed about you: war-wounded young
Woman. What we share, endure, waiting
In doctor’s offices, counseling, PT, long
Walks along wooded trails, seashores,
We don’t worry about “How long?” or
What will tomorrow bring? For we live
In faith, hope for painless days, nights,
Hand-holding strength, two women
Undaunted, for ours is a higher love.

See related poem: “Walk on Winter Beach.”
http://www.oceanic-visions.com/index.php/walk-on-winter-beach/
One year, one month with “Megan.” Thanks for reading.

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