Another Day
I pull the curtain back to let in diffused autumn sun
It’s a new day.
And she arose from her bed
Despite letting the clock tick past 9:00…
Past 9:30…
Leaving me hanging on the question:
Will today be the day she doesn’t wake?
I straighten the bed as I hear her
Moving slowly in the bathroom.

My toes tangle in cobwebs under the bed skirt,
They may very well be spider webs,
and I’m reminded
I have to clean this floor, too, as I try
To be grateful for three floors of home
All the modern conveniences.

She’ll rest again and I’ll stare as she sleeps on the couch
In the mirror that gives an angled view into the living room
Is her breath moving as she sleeps hands across her chest?
I wish she didn’t sleep like in a coffin.
I take this journey all over again.

I think of what work needs to be done in the garden
As I try to be grateful for flowers and pumpkins
Plentiful nature.
All of that gratitude is over shadowed by
The gratitude that she arose another day
And I’m pulling back the curtains for her.

I decided to submit this to this weeks challenge on:

Yea Write!

Check out these challenges and this site.  It is incredibly fun!