This month I thought I'd share with you a poem my wife wrote shortly after Graham's diagnosis.
The conversations in my mind
have grown too big, too intense
for the grocery aisle,
or the sandbox in the park.
I am mapping out miracles,
scheduling brain scans, special meals
and blood work;
opening my door to therapists at seven am,
and pushing my true thoughts
My silence is trying to grasp
how to find time for a marriage
that has been placed in the wings
while my son’s life
is choreographed on center stage.
My silence holds possible dreams
of a normal life;
with family vacations, car trips,
and time not scheduled.