“A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.” ~Gloria Stuart
“I am middle-aged, chronically-ill, and disabled. I am also a woman, with a woman’s heart. I would like to share a short poem I wrote a few years ago. First love? Lost love? Current love? Future love? A combination of all? …an ocean of deep secrets.
Touch my mind. Share my thoughts. Enter my dreams. Know me.
Touch my soul. Share my essence. Enter my being. Understand me.
Touch my heart. Share my offering. Enter my life. Love me.
“You may only be one person to the world, but you may also be the world to one person.” ~Unknown
His hands gently cup my face as he looks into my eyes, then softly kisses my lips. Complete acceptance of me in spite of my illnesses and my disability, asking nothing of me but to be loved in return. Hugging me in a tight squeeze, he whispers in my ear, “I love you, Grandma.”
I spent a magical week with my six-year-old grandson. Broken seashells on the beach, the wonder of seagulls, squeals of laughter at incoming surf, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, a swamp tour, alligators, shared bowls of popcorn, Lego creations, a movie date at McDonalds followed with Alice In Wonderland – 3D.
Wanting to cuddle and sleep with me at night, his sprinting thoughts were voiced in excited chatter and questions…endless questions, fired with machine gun velocity. What does “blink of an eye” mean? What is traffic?
Why do you use a cane? What is insulin? Does it make you better? Does it hurt? I answer his genuine concerns with honesty. Snuggling close, I feel his love for me and express my love for him.
What is a blink of an eye? This special week with you. Does it hurt? Yes.