Her nails, strong and beautiful.
Apparently not unlike her heart that continues to beat this afternoon.
(And hopefully, not unlike our faith in God's wisdom, loving-kindness and sovereignty...)
The more her self-care diminished,
her sense deserted her,
her speech failed her…
the more helpless
the more I think I understand her.
How is that possible?
(Or IS it?)
“No,” they tell me
by their silence and
careful, well-intentioned statements of sympathy.
I suspect they are correct.