A love letter

A LOVE LETTER TO MY VERY SORE HEAD

Drift on a feather

Softly settling for the evening to leave behind……..everything

The view of a cradle gently swinging

Twine tied in long loops, just so

No strain

A rose scented breeze drifting over the cradle passes through an apple orchard

To farewell the heat my very sore head exhales

Rocking

A lovely young couple, they watch the cradle smiling with pure love

They adore what’s in the cradle

There is no pain in their eyes or hearts

As my very sore head weeps with disbelief

At the sadness of my heart

How come I’ve returned to …….this?

This devastation of my body?

And the young couple have no answers because they know

Their love for my very sore head and pained heart will carry me

They will keep smiling and cooing at how angry my very sore head becomes

The cradle continues to rock and soft sounds echo around to provide

Comfort and peace in the trickle of time

Puffy eyelids close to shelter tired eyes

When soft pink clouds and dew on green grass break the darkness of night

Brighter eyes open

And the rocking of my cradle has stopped as I see that the lovely

Young couple have turned away knowing that during the dark of night

Life dust of love visited and began to replace the need for them to stay

My very sore head leaves the cradle behind and welcomes

A better day

A brighter view

And I see the smiles and love from the lovely young couple

Reflected in everyday people

Rocking replaced with grounded steps

Joyful jumps

And stretching limbs

Echoes replaced with conversations

And the scents of roses now the smells from a life lived in my community

The deepest of love from my hot and sweaty head to now

SUE

Just as it was, just as it is - look, seek, turn over, rise again, try a new path, lean in, breathe, rest, enquire, be curious, grow and celebrate.