I need an escape,
But it’s to late.
There is no way around
Without creating a rippling sound.

How do I Breathe,
Without intentionally hurting?
Because I’m more than aware
Of the distant despair.

Disability
Claims insecurities.
It takes everyone’s life,
And fear of loosing ones Wife.

So no one grows
They just hold each other close,
And get lost in their Dreams
Tucked away in past seams.

A walk and fresh air
Could create a tragic tare,
Because the pains so great
That medicine changes ones fate.

His memory is impaired
And though I’ve always cared…
There is a fear of declining health,
And being lost and alone with ones self.

So I’m forever grieving,
Of cuddling while sleeping.
The little things that are so important
Have been stripped away to the bare and uncertain.

My Fate rests completely on Faith
That it will all work out, and God will keep us safe.

No plans or future goals
Just to have and to hold,
Till death do us part
Clinging love in our hearts…
That we have plenty of time
Embracing as our fear unwinds.
Taking in every last second
As if it’s a Beckon…ing call,
To let go of past walls.

Here and now,
In my heart…
The waking breaths, the new starts
A rising Sun that glows within
A family bond that doesn’t bend.
Holding on to the Love we all have
Creating a soothing healing salve.
Thinking we all should HUG more,
And pondering what the Future stores?

© Tina Smith 2014