One Moment of Spontaneous Joy
There was more love in her
tears of joy
than in a thousand love
letters written
across oceans, a joy so sweet
it made
me proud to have been brought
to my
knees when she had her ruptured
brain
aneurysm surgery at St.
Michael’s in
Toronto, and I held her
tenderly in my
arms when she rose from her
wheelchair
in the lobby of Georgian Bay
Hospital
in Midland, surprised by her
emotions;
but I KNEW her tears of joy
confirmed
her love for me, and all of
our years
together (not to mention
our lifetime as
man and wife in Genoa, Italy
when I
betrayed her love) came to a head when
she burst into tears when she
saw me
waiting to take her home from
her bowel
obstruction surgery, revealing
to me
with poetic imagery that the
love of my
life had finally digested my
love for her
and gave it all back to me in one
moment of spontaneous joy.
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