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…

 

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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: