2022 Poem Twelve

Vows (will insert a number later when I can count how many vows I have written)

 

From now until our obituary we will have each other.

In sickeness and in health,

tied together as one.

I will rest when we are tired.

Even if our head cannot meet a pillow,

we will pause together.

I will figure out how to get us nourishment

when we aren’t able to tolerate the concept of food.

 

From now until our obituary we will have each other.

In sickness and in health and in sickness,

tied together as one.

When you tell me to brace our body,

I will wear the brace and someday I will learn to not question you.

You pick our mobility aids,

I will withhold society’s judgement.

 

From now until our obituary we will have each other.

In sickness and in sickness,

tied together as one.

I will hold your hand as we wait for test results.

Make room for each of us to grieve.

And make room for each of us to celebrate.

 

Most of all,

I vow to keep updating as we go.

One set of vows can’t cover our lifetime of growing and changing together.

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