Without Me
I wake up in the middle of the night. T is restless, moving, her legs twitching from a dream. Not sure if it is a good one, suspect it may not be.
Gently, ever so gently, I reach for her back and place my hand under her tee shirt. I place my warm hand flush against her skin. Slowly, slowly, she becomes more peaceful. She calms at my touch, as she always has.
When she is still, I gingerly take my hand away. I lay it on my own chest.
I wonder what she will do when I am no longer here? Who will calm her spirit? Just thinking of this brings me to tears.
I lay quietly, the tears gathering in my ears.
Gently, ever so gently, I reach for her back and place my hand under her tee shirt. I place my warm hand flush against her skin. Slowly, slowly, she becomes more peaceful. She calms at my touch, as she always has.
When she is still, I gingerly take my hand away. I lay it on my own chest.
I wonder what she will do when I am no longer here? Who will calm her spirit? Just thinking of this brings me to tears.
I lay quietly, the tears gathering in my ears.
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