September 7,2024
I began sharing words my last season of life,
Even later in rhyme as they treated my wife,
While she bravely endured all the treatments and meds,
The surgeries, therapies, struggles ahead.
As I watched her go through it, I wrote my first rhyme,
Sitting in waiting rooms passing the time.
I wrote of a mouse who was cheerful and brave
Though she lived in a dumpster and trash came in waves.
That started a journey I’m still on today,
Each poem allowing my heart to convey
A thought or an image I find in my heart.
I pray as I write that I’m doing my part
In spreading God’s message, His grace from above,
That others may know Him accepting His love.
Poignant…. Beautiful….
I know it is difficult to see your loved one go through pain and suffering.
I pray for healing for her.
I miss the fellowship of you and Lees presence .
I hope to see you soon.