She’s at that age
random aches
She doesn’t ask for help much 
This keeps me young,
she says

Her son, 28
can pivot
with his legs
she lifts him

10,222 days and counting
she has taken the day shift
bathes him
dresses him
laughs with him
cries with him
holds his hand through
doctor visits

10,222 days and counting
she has taking the night watch
chasing away
bad dreams
changing sheets

Her own sickness
could not stop
the care
nor dim
the light
speak to her
and see
in her eyes

I want to hear what He says
when she’s caught up
in glory
Well done
my good and faithful servant
Well done