Diagnosis (no. 2)


the heart quickens
the brain clouds cognition

disappointment pursues

she sits inside the feelings
deep within the tangled mess
a space she owns

seven days
a basket beckons

the heart turns
pink is fashioned
paper reminders of love

spills into the woven container
each valentine named
John, Katie, Alan, Dan
Emma, Aiden, Owen, Noah
Doris, Susan, Beth, and Donna
(and many more she only knows)

pretty cut-outs whisper love
the cancer tries to cut out hope
wills her to lose heart

but she doesn’t
because it’s His Heart that holds
hers for safe keeping.









Illumined (no. 1)


She’s under a cloud unknowing,
acutely aware
its steady rain
marks the day
with unease.

Awake to the hope
of something more certain,
life beyond her fragile boundaries
of skin and sun room sofa
is heightened for better or worse.

Forever the giver,
loving overtures
and bother
and beg the question
“Who am I?”

Her body taunts,
convincing her
she’s lost balance
yet the whole of self puts disorder in its place.

Transcendent to the slavery,
she will not bow to it,
while it’s still called today
each moment a drink
a toast to a life magnified.

Her lens switched
perspective different
days are blurry
but illumined
because her Love remains.