The sometimes unkind weave of life…

She looks in the mirror and there she sees
All the hurt and the pain of her yesterdays
Yet the laughter too, and all of the joy
And she wistfully smiles in a way almost coy.

Life for her had never been terribly kind
Yet she still felt that it was a gift, in her mind
Her kindness a legend felt deeply by some
To others, never simply a wife or a mum.

She thought she could still feel the cuts of the knife
As she looked back, just this once over her life
She remembered what had had to be taken away
And the reasons though, why she was still here today.

And though she’d never felt the least singled out
She sometimes just wanted to scream and shout
Then she went to her sun-lounge where it was much warmer
And prepared yet again to face this new trauma.

The sound had gone right out of her days
It was the hardest thing she felt she could face
And try as she might to live with this…thing
She so missed the sound when the blackbirds all sing.

Some of us take such things for granted I know
Never imagining that it would ever just go
To see one you love in this now soundless state
Makes you graciously thankful it isn’t your fate.

One day…we hope.

©Joe Wilson – The sometimes unkind weave of life…2015

(This is very personal therapy, it is much more feelings, than quality.)

4 thoughts on “The sometimes unkind weave of life…

    1. Thank you Debra. My wife is feeling terribly isolated because of this problem as she is now deaf in both ears. There is no hope for the one ear, but we are hopeful that her right ear will return to normal soon. We pray it will. Thank you again. xx

  1. debra

    It doesn’t seem fair how some of the best souls are trapped inside an ill body. My mom suffers cruelly as well. Sending hopes and prayers! Peace ❤

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