May This Suffice (Poem)

though roughened by sickness and age

my voice remains a guide rope

she clings to from afar

while buffeted by tumultuous circumstance

lacerated by inner rumination

sometimes I wonder if this will hold

if her fear will cause her to let go

in between our calls I strengthen knots for better grip

she talks and I listen

choosing any words in response with care

the space that I offer rests on kind awareness

a reminder that someone knew her, continues to do so

remains with her

then and now and here

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