I enter April full of life.
She arrives in her twilight years.
Now I’m locked in a familiar place.
Her world becomes cold and sterile.
I feel crowded by the few around me.
She is alone, surrounded by many.
I quietly nap to pass the time.
She fears to close her eyes.
I wake to spring blossoms through the window.
Behind face shields she sees sadness, and courage.
My God, it’s been six weeks!
She prays to live another day.
I’ve got to get out of this house.
Her soul longs for home.
I tell myself to breathe deeply and relax.
She asks her body for… just one more breath.
Life is uncertain. Connections matter. This moment matters.