SECOND CHANCE

Staring out the window,

I watch my husband trundle our cart down the walk.

He's off to the grocery shop

With a clear list and loving care,

Wholly capable, looking fine,

Mentally ready for Covid restrictions.

All I want to do is kick concrete,

Bang walls and break glass!

That would sure startle the neighbours

On this quiet spring morning.

 

There is now a period of total privacy

For more than an hour.

And I 'give in'.

I fling myself over the bed,

Bury my head in the pillow

And cry, noisily and snuffly,

Which isn't so comfortable.

I'm NOT wiping my nose on the sheet!

Where's my packet of tissues?

And I can't find it.

 

Suddenly, there is purpose in the moment,

My need so great that I giggle.

What a pain! What an IDIOT!

And the chuckle goes through me

Like vital medicine

Invigorating body and mind.

 

I roll over and get up, smiling,

Ready to dress and have breakfast,

To greet him with hot coffee when he returns.

A second chance for a new day

That no one knows but me.

Maybe the secret life

Of any unremitting illness.

Cynthia Buell Thomas, June 2020

 

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 4th Jul 2020 14:00

Leon, I have no idea where Nicola is coming from. Thank you for your lovely comment. No one has ever called me a 'heroine' before.

Anna

Thu 2nd Jul 2020 15:44

He's lucky to have you as a partner.

You are a good sort.

A

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Martin Elder

Thu 2nd Jul 2020 15:12

I think your gut instinct of writing it down and putting it out there is right Cynthia. A marvellous poem.
Keep safe my friend
Martin

Nicola Beckett

Thu 2nd Jul 2020 02:20

Leon there's a girl who keeps screaming and shouting because herchildren have been taken from her, have you any idea what that feels like

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LEON STOLGARD

Mon 22nd Jun 2020 21:00

And to have ' trusted ' it was exactly the right thing to do-absolutely!
"Trundle " now there's an almost medieval word-nearly as antiquated
as the word 'Ashcart' ( don't laugh ) as some of my neighbour's use
when announcing the arrival of the ' sanitation vehicle ' .

I really loved the open-hearted honesty in this little story/poem. But to see my all-time heroine crying-no way!- it would also send me diving into the pillows! 😓 hope both you and the ' trundler ' keep safe until we are free to roam once more-yeah right! 😉

regards

LS

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 22nd Jun 2020 16:52

This just 'came' and I decided to 'trust' it.

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