Caged in work and responsibilities
small voices will tell you
during sweet summer and bitter winters
to seek the woodlands
be bold without doubts
roam the vast landscapes of life
look for the hidden lakes,
delight yourself with butterflies,
let the mist dewdrop
on your hair, your face.
What if shadows come,
darken the forest
conceal “ancestral habits”
that once dwelt there?
What if the memory
of the one you love fades,
loses all the innumerable branches?
Don’t be afraid. You will endure.
You will learn who you are,
with time what love really means.
note: I read an article in NPR: As A Husband Becomes Caregiver To His Wife, A Marriage Evolves by Julia Mitric