With me stand
Through life grand
Forever soul mates
Stress never abates
Cortisol levels rising
Looking bigger sizing
Hand in hand
Heart by heart
Mind touching mind
Body to body
We are living
Best shot giving
Traumatic events continue
What's on menu
New memories lane
More to gain
Together we're good
Usually reasonably understood
Relationally we're good
Everything we could
To keep calm
Read a psalm
Getting through life
With wonderful wife
Please be reprieve
Are we deceived
Questioning the right
Way we should
Go on through
All of this
Thing called life
Just want health
Body Soul Spirit
The struggle continues
To be rough
Just want enough
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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