by Poet-Pastor Larry P. Morris
Editor’s note: We don’t publish a lot of poetry, but believe these holy words offer a perspective we rarely hear – that of a husband walking alongside a beloved wife battling Stage 4 cancer.
I held her while she sobbed
“I’m sorry I yelled at you” she said
“I feel like I’m such a poor partner” she said.
And she sobbed and shook
“I’m so tired” she said
“if there weren’t signs I am getting better
I would end it”
“I love you” I said
“I understand”
But mostly
I just held her.
She has stage four ovarian cancer
She is in her fourth round of chemo
She has a skin infection
And pain
And she drains fluid out of her abdomen daily
And has fluid drained out from around her lungs at the hospital
Twice a week
And there are signs that she is getting better
And signs that she is not
And she is weary
Weary
Weary
And I hold her
I write my about my experience of finding The Holy in ordinary things, simple moments, deep relationship and in hard times. Much of my recent writing has been about my experience as a caregiver for my wife, who has ovarian cancer. I am a full time COO for a manufacturing company and a part time clergyman at Holy Spirit Lutheran Church in Kirkland WA. I have published three books of my poetry and prose: Among Us: Stories of Worship and Faith, Flirting With the Mystery: Stories of Faith Life and Cancer, and Creative Souls: Color, Words and Spirit.
No easy answers
or lessons
or how to’s
or scripture verses
to make it seem better
rather real life
lived in real time
holding each other
it’s what we do.
thank you for this, I look forward to finding more of what you write. thank you for sharing a vignette of your lives in the middle of great pain. I have learned holding someone is the most profound offering.
This is beautiful, thank you for sharing. Also a poignant reminder that the best we can do is offer presence to another who is suffering.
Thank you Carol.
Thank you for sharing. You are doing exactly what you need to be doing, holding her. Your love for each other shines through your tears.