Encounter with Carmen

She’s been
widowed for months
We see each other
briefly between shifts
in our weekly visits
to the silent chapel

Long months of care giving
and now aloneness
have etched her face
in sorrow and fatigue

She looks hungry
for something more

I see mirrors of myself
holding on to darkness
searching for light
past the shadows

She awaits
my customary hug
made sacred by this space
She may not know
how much I need hers too

Our embrace, close and warm
is full, unembarrassed

I whisper, “breathe”
and join my breath with hers.
Our heavy cares are
turned to powder
dandelion seeds to flowers

Jean E. Taddonio

About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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