He Took A Knee : A Poem (2/28/2020)
Last night, as I lay in my bed, enjoying the "fuzzy place" between awake and asleep, I found myself lingering on thoughts of the man by my side.  His kind heart.  His caring nature.  His strength.  His playful demeanor.  His truly good soul.  And I thought to myself, "I love this man.  I am so fortunate that he puts up with my shit!" (Full disclosure:  I had been - as my dad would have said - a witch with a capital "B" most of the evening.)   As I loathed my behavior and planned my apology for the morning, I couldn't help but think about the stress he's endured...because of me.  And the worry that plagues him...because of me.   A moment that he recently shared with me came to mind - the moment the Oncologist came to him after my surgery and told him that I was in recovery and doing good.  And more, that I didn't need chemo or radiation. He said that relief he felt was so great that he took a knee.  I was so touched by this reaction ...