Strumming Again
Poem #279 • All the memories we have are still inside
Every day I look into the eyes of my wife and see the striking life in her heart
somewhere along the way her expressions sometimes got lost in her mind
but even in a wheelchair her resounding resilience never left
She struggles to not look past my face to the other things around her
yet every time she lets my hands stay in hers
and when I play the guitar I can distinctly see all the memories we have are still inside
the strong reverberations of string and melodious song
bringing back the words of all the nights that were long with music
With each day that passes and my hands find hers
ever since everything changed
I’ve come to know love more than I knew I could
Getting here taught me that this always was how much I should
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