Birthday Candles’ Light
Went to my son’s house
for Birthday cake ‘n candles;
Got diarrhea.
Dog knew; tried to help
clean me up; grand kids puzzled.
Washed, girded myself
for frigid drive home.
My son smiled: “That’s life, Nana.”
(solicitous gaze)
Each cared for me; showed
support, compassion’s gentle
lift: patience’s child.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 