But, for the grace of God…..

Alone today,

I stand at the sink

after coffee and toast.

Through residual pushable pain

and fringes of greyness,

I’m drawn to the bubbling warmth,

to the sheeting minor waterfalls,

to the movements of my own hands and arms.

I don’t know it right away,

but I am smiling.

For I have seen death,

and have shaken its hand.

But still,

here I stand.

3 Comments

  1. carol hopkins

    So glad, sincerely glad, you are still standing. Still “above the sods” as a friend of mine puts it. and still sharing your unique writing with the world. I thank you for that and for all the kindnesses you give. Have a blessed weekend.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s