After the cancer, the flowers seem more alive
the love flows more freely, but different somehow
it is a softer knowing, the importance
of breathing, and an assurance
that life is more than today,
more than the body.
There is a beauty
Note: I wrote this today, not really intending to, and having come full circle. For a long time I avoided writing about my wife having had cancer, not wanting to relive all the pain and fear we experienced. Sometimes it did leak out, and find its way here into the blog, but it was more like a type of grieving, and I never really liked that much.
Now though, I don’t grieve like I used to. Even though my wife’s body will never be the same, she is doing so well, and she is able to work a part time job for the first time in a long time.
So if you don’t mind, once in a while I may write about this part our journey together – as a way of looking forward, instead of looking back.
My Love and I are celebrating life! Our love is much deeper and richer now.
Poetry, Narrative, and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”