The Guide
Fatigue called my name
Treatments had flushed me of all energy
I lay in bed
Facing four windows
Seeing a chimney, tree tops
It was raining
Sounds of drops gurgling
Teasing the rain gutters
Dancing on leaves
Splashing in puddles
Cables attached to our home
Stretched inches from my window
A bird’s silhouette
Finding recluse from the wet
There it sat
Sometimes one leg attached
Sometimes both
I would doze in and out of slumber
Awakening it would still be there
My wondrous feathered spirit guide
Looking after me
Reassuring all would be OK
And it was
For that moment of solace and comfort
Gratitude
This post was written and submitted by Denise Sirchie. The article reflects the views of Sirchie and not of CURE®. This is also not supposed to be intended as medical advice.
For more news on cancer updates, research and education, don’t forget to subscribe to CURE®’s newsletters here.
