though we wonder
what the surgery might
discover or the treatments
might do to us, we feel your
hand holding tight to us.
though we struggle to deal
with pain which is beyond
any words or whispers, we hear
your voice, 'i am here.'
though we take steps
on a journey we never
expected, and are afraid
of falling, or worse, you yoke
yourself to us to give us strength.
though the days and weeks
and months and years are slowly
coming to an end, we sense you
steadfast at our side,
and we do not lose heart.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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