(When) He's Down
When he's down
it's almost as though
her heart becomes a heavy weight,
He's been down so many times before.
It's very hard
to separate herself (from him.)
How long will it take (this time?)
"Am I strong enough?" (No.)
(I need more time.)
(Let me rally myself...Yes, I must be stronger now.)
Stronger I will be-
and she longingly wills him strong, too.
Then she thinks back
to the very essence of
as a pale wisp of a boy, at thirteen-
gaunt and leaning over (almost as if to flop;)
his young strong frame propped up, crooked in the bed.
I pray he can summon what he needs.
After her prayer she decides upon a walk.
as she rounds the bend in the road with the dog--
her eye catches him
moving his slender frame
in a slightly crooked fashion;
down the mountain path he slips
from shadow and into the light.
With a wry smile he states, simply
"I just got up!? "
"I don't know why but I feel better!"
With her breath caught
seeing an apparition
she breathes a deep sigh of
relief and hope and thankfulness
it is...as if
another uphill battle has been eluded-
the enemy has again
strong-armed into certain submission.
She is sure that she see shadows
Let us now dispose of the remains of the day~
far from the pain
the morning brought.
He is so unpredictable; this son.
She smiles. He loves the element of surprise.
Does he plan it that way?
Will he always find her startled at his rising;
at the tricky nature of his comeback?
He bounces back when I have almost given up.
He bounces back when I let the outcome go.
I must remember