July 1st, 2009

She kneels beside him,
head down, hands folded,
eyes on his boots. Peace,
calm, quiet. Protected.

He speaks and his voice
soothes. A hand strokes
her hair – warm affection.
He lifts her to her feet
and kisses her forehead –
total acceptance.

They hug; ritual complete.
Mind, body and soul –

Ready for another day.

I miss him.


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