Your Heart
in that antiseptic room
your tiny chest opened
once considered a miracle
living
recovery
now science
medical
possible
in my wallet
a diagram
a heart
with arrows
circles
concerns
I run
with you
running you
through life
For enough life
whatever we get
should be enough
Is that possible?
probably not
we take
create
pack in
every minute
all we get is
a few precious minutes
here and there
you
make minutes matter
you
bring joy
you
create hope
you
teach purpose
you
your heart
beautiful beating heart
I keep watching
keep watching you
and your heart…
***
So, in April I tend to go to the hard moments that came from the April’s before, including handing my sweet baby over to heart surgery all those years ago. We had a long reprieve from even appointments, but now they are back into the mix and then I obsess…maybe even without cause.
As I have said before, I am not a poet. But I do like to write poetry on occasion. Did you know April is National Poetry Month? True. Thanks, FTSF Friends, here and here, let’s talk April, shall we?
A friend sent me this post, I take it as a compliment, it is good advice:
— Mardra Sikora (@MardraSikora) April 8, 2018
Beautiful poem. I know that had to be a tough time and waiting moment. You can feel that in “you make minutes matter” and it so appropriately compliments Snoopy’s response.
Thank You!
The Snoopy cartoon made me cry a little bit. I know. *sniff sniff*
I think you are a poet. For real. To be able to even remotely express the joy of being a part of somebody’s life who shows us life, purpose, goodness. That’s what writing – any type should do, and you did. xo
Thanks Dear <3
This is so beautiful and beautifully simple, but not. Life is simple, but at the same time complicated. Hugs.
Thank you and yes. Yes to that.
It’s the perfect Snoopy cartoon, if I ever did see one.
Gorgeous and description. April and memories and LOVE and life.