I see the marks left behind
Reminders of pain, physical for you
Emotional for me, harsh reminders of
It used to grieve me when I would see all those small puncture wounds in your groin. It reminded of the marks a sewing maching leaves behind in material. How did you endure so much? I'm sure I'll never understand it. I can't really comprehend it.
You struggled to breathe yesterday as we moved briskly though the cold and it struck me again how i'd forgotten you sometimes can't breathe. A little bit of panic running through my head. Asthma attacks scare me a bit. Even with today's modern medicine, children still die from asthma attacks.
I, once again, had fallen victim to feeling so normal. We had your hair cut and I wondered what the gal must have been thinking..maybe she wondered why you didn't speak in words and only in grunts. But I was silent. I just stood there holding your head when necessary. I took some pictures after wards and you were so tickled. You had the sweetest smile on your face and I noticed in the picture the scar on your neck. The forever reminder .I shudder at the recollections of those times.
I see the scars left behind
gentle reminders of hopeful days ahead.