Monday, January 27, 2014

Small Stone  -  Jan 27

I went to see an elderly friend in the hospital today.  She was in a deep medicated sleep, breathing heavy, eyes silent and unaware, hands and arms bruised from all the care she was given in the ICU; remnants of a survivor of a massive heart attack.  I wondered if she knew I was there?  I couldn't wake her, no one could wake her.  Just held her hand and told her that I loved her and wished her well so we could play cards again...her favourite thing.  She didn't stir until I got up to leave.  Again, I held her hand, told her I loved her and would come visit in a few days.  With eyes still closed, she gave back the faintest, most lovely smile.

winter ocean
pulling at the sun
pulling at my heart

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