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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Poetry - He/She

Poetry - He/She

Poetry in a Diamente Format. It was a writing challenge this week.

I might do more later



She
Tall, pretty
Reading, Dreaming, Thinking
Her gaze unblinking on his, his lips to hers
Smiling, Singing, Dying
Confident, detached
He

Friday, August 7, 2015

Humans of New York - Care

Humans of New York - Care

“Shortly after we were married, I got tuberculosis and rashes broke out all over my body. They smelled so bad that I had to be cleaned three times a day. She always made me fresh food and made sure I had clean clothes every time I bathed. One morning, during this time, she asked me: ‘Would you do the same if I got sick?’ I promised her: ‘I’ll do even more.’ She died a few years ago from a brain tumor. She was in bed for the last three years of her life. Toward the end, she couldn’t identify people. Water from her brain would drain from her eyes. I ran home from the shop three times a day to help her go to the bathroom. I was always sure to turn her. She never had a single bedsore. In the end, the doctor told me: ‘It would not have been possible to take better care of her.’”