Take Care,
he wrote.
I am,
I replied.
Finally,
I am,
I thought.
Finally,
starting now,
I hope
I am.
Then, I added
Thank you.
I added it
but I don’t know why.
Perhaps it will be
a final tip of the hat
to my heart killing habit
of pain-denial polite,
formed flawlessly
by a lifetime of
failing to
Take Care
of me.
Then,
from my heart
I did think
Thank you.
Thank You
to the hearts who do
Take Care
of mine
They carried me
to the moment when
he wrote
Take Care,
and I was
able to say
from my
finally healing heart
I am.
And from now on,
I will,
I must,
I am resolved to
always
Take Care
of who
I am.
~ cj 2014.08.15
Thank you Christine, Cynthia, Mary Jane and Amy for your care this week. It carried me through.
