Love

The sparkle in his eyes,
Or the sweet lies,
I don't know what did it.

Was it the way he made me feel,
Or how fast he made the old wounds heal.
I don't know what did it.

The way he grabs and swings me around,
Or calls me up, just to hear my sound.
I don't know what did it.

The way he behaves silly, to make me laugh,
Or how generously he splits, his favorite chocolate cake in half.
I don't know what did it.

What is do remember is the way he stole my heart,
With just one look.
I could not break apart,
It held me like a hook.
That moment I knew,
I was in love.


PS: Not exactly poetry - I'm still trying to get back in form :)

pic courtsey - librarian.net

Trying to heal with love

Cells die. Cells are reborn. One newly born cell has a basic DNA mistake. It misses, the usual programmed death that is supposed to happen. The result - mutation. It replicates. It replicates more. It starts to replicate uncontrollably.

He experiences pain. Scan shows a lump. Nothing to worry, he thinks, this has happened before. He gets it removed. The harmless looking lump goes to biopsy. Biopsy reports come back with one word - Cancer.
From that day on, I see him suffer. His pain increases with every test the doctors perform on him. His veins bulge with the numeruous injections.
Chemotherapy starts. More injections. Bland food. I see him suffer more.
I see him suffer as he tries to convince me that he is going to be ok. I feel the pain, as he tries to laugh it off.
I laugh it off along with him.
He is going to be okay. I know so. I believe so.
As the doctors continue to do what they are trained to do best, I try to help, by doing what I can do at the least.
I can love him more.....


"Reduce his pain lord"