The Hat Store

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It was years ago, but seems like just yesterday, we were looking at hats for the first time. You didn’t know it my love, but I was willing to buy 10 hats, to do anything – to pay any amount of money – to make you feel beautiful again. You’ve always been beautiful, but I wanted you to feel that way.

Wigs were not what I wanted, but I didn’t say anything. I was so glad when you decided not to go that route. I wanted you, not a fake you, with someone else’s hair. I couldn’t say it then but I can now.

I was sad that day, but in a way, hopeful. You know about the sadness, but it was as if, we were moving towards normal, whatever that means. And I knew for sure, it was the beginning…… of restoration.

My Love.

 

Writing © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

After the Cancer

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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

in learning

how to

live.

      

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.

Peace.

        

Poetry, Narrative, and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Serenade

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When you were in the hospital and on death’s doorstep,

there was music playing, as I held your hand

it was not the music of the next life

but the music of this life, of peace

and of not giving in.

      

I loved how you encouraged the doctors

spoke to the young man, cleaning

your room. Investing hours, treating people

with dignity, you brought light

to everyone that you met

more than a warrior

you were a queen

of hope.

And you sang

softly to me

without even

realizing it.

I was never so proud of you,

and your serenade is forever

etched in my mind.

       

Note: This is looking back. She is doing very well now.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”