Time & Tide

 

As if, by sheer force of will,

I could make her healthy,

I post pictures, letters, notes,

all meant to encourage, uplift.

I bring flowers, plants, balloons to cheer.

All in an effort

to help her want to live,

to want to stay,

for now at least.

 

But the tide is going out,

I fear, and though

I hurry along the shore,

hastily erecting defenses

of books, flowers, cards, TV, family, love....

they are no stronger

or lasting than sand,

after all.

 

The tide will go out,

and I will be left

alone.

 

 

 

Copyright: M. Anna Hanson

22 January 1999

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