rust colored hillsides gold covered creeksides enroute to hospital bedsides and cold, sterile rooms autumn rooms of caregivers caring arms of lifegivers stacked boxes of giftgivers and long, empty visiting hours hours of lonely driving time days of tiresome recooperation time months of restless down time and sore, aching pains luminous mountainside moonlight lion in fleeting headlight alone in flickering firelight and dreary, isolated thoughts I regret your injuries I applaud your courage I envy your support you've struggled against death why do I struggle against myself?
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