Right Above My Heart

:::::: Darlene has had another Lupus flare and was taken to the doctors for a shot. She will need a little recoup time and will update you on Mark in just a day or two. Our entire family appreciates the superior support from everyone.
Thank you for your kindness,
J















The Curtain

His big smile melted my heart, the piece of me
that was still behind the green curtain
separated by that material partition
that slides back and forth on metal wheels
no one cares about the curtain
just what lies behind it.

The poem is mine, the heart is mine, the boy behind the curtain belongs to me, but the look on his face as I sat in the chair beside him, was his. And the smile slowly turned into a frown as our eyes made the connection, that connection speaks volumnes without a sound and right then, I knew he caught a glimps of the long road before him. His eyes were clear instead of that clouded look that comes when morphine surges through his veins. One hour ago, a slow scoot to the side of the bed, the trembling as he commands his body to do things that cause great pain, his feet hit the floor and the effort of balance takes its tole. He stands and the blood rushes to his feet, gravity pulling like a weight at his tender middle and in a moment, he is finished. Now, lying again on his back, he closes his eyes and gives in to the exhaustion that washes over him. And when he opens his eyes again, it is my face he sees peeking around the green curtain and he smiles, waiting for me to take my place in the chair, so he can tell me what he did that day, his fears, the future and how it made him feel about himself. The tears...were ours.















Thank you Teresa, for this gift of love that will sit right above my heart.