Awakened by trio of bounding dog,
gentle daddy, and comforting mother.
Tender moaning—stay with us today.
Let us care for you this day.
Let us care for each other, and in so doing,
ourselves as well.
Doctor visit, swallow some pills,
recover in the kitchen.
Fragrance of onion, cheese, and sizzling.
Yes, love smells so good it can heal our souls.
Midday napping, trio in bed once again—
tender, touching, loving, sharing.
Relaxing the moment/movement of the day.
Savoring our time together, she asks
“Must you get old and die, Mommy?”
Dinner, and again time to welcome
the aroma of acceptance and laughter.
We must have chocolate for dessert
(to hell with the diet).
And bedtime, fresh hair smelling,
recounting today’s hugs,
admitting that the routine will return tomorrow,
and thankful, so very thankful
for a day of healing and a life filled with love,
love expressed through family.