Even before I wake
there it is
the all too familiar
pain
it hurts to lift the blanket
it hurts to lift my coffee cup
even now
it aches as I press the scroll
on my keyboard
yet still
I lift the blankets
I continue to scroll
I reach for my coffee
one would think
I could use the other hand
seems so simple, really
but this is not my natural state
my table is on the right
my books are on the right
my coffee
is on the right
and so I reach
because I believe
to not move, would be
to take the risk
of never being moved
even with the window closed
I hear her little peep
awkwardly
sweeping the hair from my eyes
I see Robert, my lovely downy woodpecker
(she’s quite ok with her name now)
it looks as though
she’s arrived alone this morning
followed just after by Mrs. Cardinal,
come to tap at the window, without fail
seems us girls are sticking together
today
mates busy making their way
in the world
bright greetings and a brief bit of chit chat
then each of us must get on
things to be done
laundry day
and so I reach
someone very dear to me
drops by for a visit
together we find ourselves
very much still grappling
through a very real and lingering
grief
he, even more so than I
a chair left unoccupied here
on this visit
and we both, at times still struggle with
this emptiness
fortunate, we can recognize each other
in this
so we shed tears
and we tell stories
and yes, we laugh
we comfort
and we reach
this very much, is my natural state
I sit now with my cup of tea
and I think to myself
there you have it, really
so it is with Love
if we are
too stubborn
too selfish
too
in pain
if we somehow fail to ever
be moved
if one does not
reach
we may never
touch
and so I reach ♥