Fighter

On Friday, I rode in with jokes and prayers,
Cause he enjoys both,
cancer is the worst, and somehow the
newest and the best still isn’t enough.
Three steps forward, two steps back,
when do we call it, when is it just too tough?
He told us today if only I was 20 years younger,
yet for us, he is.
He will always be one tough cowboy.
Encourage. Encouraged. Encouraging,
this is the season of life we battle – willingly.
Time time time – we need more.
Cook food, drink water, sing a tune
Never ending shuffle of what are we to do.
His fight is stronger than ours,
a blessing –
funny how it is.
Today it appears we are offered another day,  a week, month or years. 
Either way,
God, oh how we love him.

7 thoughts on “Fighter

  1. It is wonderful to read you again, Aud, as we begin a new year. This is such a powerful and tender portrait of love in the middle of a brutal fight. The way you braid jokes, prayers, exhaustion, and that “tough cowboy” grit together feels so honest (and so you!). The small, ordinary acts—cooking, water, a tune—I can feel this – sacred, holding space for one more day, one more week, maybe more. You make our hearts beat with this, and thank you for sharing this; your words honor his strength and your own quiet courage. Wishing you peace and happiness in this coming year 😊🙏🏻❤️.

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    • Your poetry is addictive, Mr. Collis. Thank you for your tender insight to my emotional writings. I’ve so enjoyed sharing them with you all.
      I’ve been wrapped up in feelings lately and one never knows how they will come spilling out. I thank you for entertaining them all. I say, it is about time for a creekside fairytale poem. I do adore them.
      Happy New Year, dear Dalo. Be safe and take care of you and yours. *smooch*

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