laurawhiterivers

I thought about you all morning

       as I did my work.

I imagine your resolve,

           your fear and acceptance trying to surround the pain in your belly.

Your strength makes me sad some days.

This morning I imagined the ceiling tiles and light fixtures in a long hallway

        ticking away as you were wheeled along.

I wonder if they are finished with you now.   Not likely in only an hour and a half.

We are brave sometimes because we just have to be. 

You are beautiful

          because you just are.