Long cold winter nights Encircled by a frozen landscape That was magic in December And cursed by March Even novels that offered escape From the daily monotonous drudgery Have become mind numbing sleeping pills In my personal purgatory. An energetic middle aged soul Once bursting with volunteer enthusiasm But now tethered to the care Of a newly handicapped child, grown An injured spirit who is consumed With denying his own demons While I provide for his most basic needs Shelter, food, and motherly love. Barely hanging on to my sanity With plans for garden digging Long warm hikes creating nature photos From my thawed surroundings Hoping for a Spring weather break Hoping for my son’s promised recovery As the calendar creeps past Spring’s beginning As the snow continues to fall outside my window...
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