This is a blessing
For hands shaking
Nerves frightfully twitching
And a heart-rending at the appointment you just didn’t want to take.
It would have been easier to refuse the day, to make excuses, to run far away from the reality and far away from here.
But not you, dear Heart: You stayed.
You walked out the door and into the next room. And with your feet planted firmly. And the millions of tiny heartbeats and all your generations there, quietly, supporting…
You pulled up a chair at the Doctor’s Office and leapt.
