Bereft
My friend and I went to visit her husband in the hospital.
He’s been there a month now, in a coma.
When we were done, I dropped her off at the bottom of her
apartment block and waited for her to get into the elevator.
What was it like when she opened the door, I wondered.
I asked God not to test me in the same way.
Have you ever experienced that same feeling of empathy and dread? Share it. Leave a comment.
Home alone
The morning is frisky with dogs
Not ours
Coming home
The kitchen is full of flies
I let them be
To keep the house buzzing
Reader and Writer - Praying Woman - Gardener - Foodie 
Love “Home alone”. Truly poignant.
Thanks Vincent. When do I get to see your work?
It really spoke to me. You referred me to this article. You must have read my “Trapped in ICU.” I’ve been there and don’t want to go back, but I realize that I may well have to at some point in the future. If that was a test, I wonder if I passed…
Yes. I did read it and IT spoke to me. Thank you. Life is a series of opportunities, even the tests are just doors to a stronger you.
Your poems are so wonderful.