Every moment since my expected end
has been borrowed time for living.
Twice now befallen by grave illness —
in delivering life, losing my health.
Doctors scrounge for answers often hidden,
quickly determining the serious terminal possibility.
Parents, husband (and even my kids)
sit in vigil, silently fearing results.
Nothing promised, joy consumed in worry.
New life, perfectly brought into being
treasured instantly, cherished always, loved abundantly.
And yet, mother’s prognosis lingers heavy.
Fighting to assume my maternal role
and praying that my separation’s short.
Days pass with an unwelcomed slowness,
but faith and hope remain strong.
And in His wisdom, life returns.
Strength and health are gradually restored.
Finally, reunited. Returned to my familiar.
Holding babies close and knowing truth:
this second, now third chance here
is proof God’s not through yet.
This is my Six Word Fridays: treasure life with a tenacity always.