05/09/13 – Tim kissed my hand
Jim kissed my hand today when he came through the door.
Something more,
in fact he kissed my hand,
then pressed his forehead to it.
A gesture
of supplication or love?
or surrender
to something above
and beyond his control.
The tumour in Jim’s head takes up too much space now.
I wonder how
long we have him with us to make us laugh
with his funny faces
and sometimes
inappropriate behaviour.
Or fits.
I cannot forget his age
is the same as that of my son Tom.
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