I Gasp

I gasp Morning is cold. I outstretch my arm in empty reach. I gasp. I listen for the miracle: the shower door closing behind him. I gasp. I wait for my toweled Rodin and the whistling kettle. I gasp. I’m not sure if can get up today. My breath returns and I robotically rise, Gasping. Kathryn M. Collins© revised Nov. 15, 2013 (would have been our 44th anniversary)

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Laura Breidenthal

Date: 12/3/2013 12:45:00 AM

What a poem! I'm in awe. Life is filled with little surprises, among bigger ones, --or so I've heard. I'm only beginning to understand that- incredible lines that stick with you. :) Always, Laura

Juliet Ligon

Date: 12/1/2013 9:28:00 PM

(Would have been your 44th anniversary?) Is this about struggling yo exist after deep loss of your loved one? I could sense the real pain here even before I read that little note. So sorry about your loss. : (

Jack Horne

Date: 11/25/2013 3:30:00 PM

awww, sad write, Kathy - hope the day wasn't as painful as expected x