Tina Poem by David Wood

I wake and you are beside me sleeping
Breathing heavily, labouring with each breath.
Your illness masking your fragility.
I pause to gently kiss your forehead.

Your garden is overgrown with unplaced
Flowers. Dreams unfulfilled are but weeds
Covering the daffodils and crocuses.
An early breeze blowing the long grass.

The wind dissolves gently amongst your
Early morning dreams as you gently wake
Looking like the first daffodil in spring.
The veil of night shattered as light drifts
In through the blinds creating shadows.

You are inside my head now, calculating
The tablets you need to keep you alive
Keeping the garden in good order until
Summer brightens your sky.