And the way your smiling eyes look at me,
caring,
checking that I am alright.
That look.
Every detail of your face.
The way you are always kind,
thoughtful.
You stop and rest,
waiting,
knowing that I cannot go on.
Itching to move, yet patient.
This is you.
You care.
You're kind.
You're thoughtful,
patient.
Every day
as I notice the little things you do and say,
I fall.