How She Loved Me
After she broke her neck, the diagnosis advised her to
avoid all moving when she could.
Once she agreed, three vertebrae were fused together,
and a cushion braced her instead of us.
We were not allowed.
Days passed. Weeks passed. Maybe three.
She sat in her chair and rocked and rocked
and rocked – until the hinges snapped, too.
The repairman repeated those two words:
I avoided her after that – ran right past her when I could –
let my legs leap and fly and bend and breathe.
But even my knees knew how she watched,
how she waited for me to look.
I only did once.
On the day the sky became a lake,
she walked onto the deck like a dock,
threaded the wind with her fingers,
rose her chest when she breathed,
and bounced onto the trampoline.
She stretched and sprung and skipped into a flip
only stopping to giggle about her favorite rollercoasters.
And I stood still to listen.
I stood still and watched.
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This is an interactive poetry series. Every Friday I will post a new poem, and after four poems, I will make a video. Based on your votes and comments, I will read one of the four poems on my YouTube channel, and I will mention one lucky voter durin...