Sandy

Sparkling smile emanates in frigid air
as you wave for my attention.

How is it,
that after a fortnight of
sleeping & waking
on the 20th floor oncology wing,
your husband sick &
spirited
muddled
ornery
needy,
you blaze with such beauty?

Through the open car window
I kiss your cheek.
Knowing you only this short, dire time,
witnessing your fierce love
as guardian of your dying husband,
I am moved at the softness
which meets my lips.


(cc) Karen G. Johnston