* First published on Neuro Logical Literary Magazine
some days,
(whilst
drowning), a life
boat
comes not
in some form of saviour,
but through
the quiet observation of one
who knows me well,
who chooses kind
phrasing over questioning and
cooks the meal so I don’t have to.
reminding me what I’m doing
all this
for
and how
the little voices of
two
angels echoing off my heartstrings is more
than enough to go
another round
and try
again.
Miriam E. Miles 