I assume he cares for freedom
I assume he cares for light.
With every breath I see him
And wonder if I am right.
The dawning day folds back its wings,
I dare not hope for more,
While our love does languish
In this place of labored ways.
The memory of faster times,
Of richer hopes and loving dreams
Give way to stark reality ,
Like bare winter trees clearing a scene.
But nestled in a chilled breast
Beat our hearts so strong and resilient,
Determined to find some kind of meaning,
And live long within it.
Mary Kirkpatrick, 11-30-22
Photo credit: Miles Henderson
