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Monday, April 7, 2014

3 years

There once was a very sick Hen,
Mummy's kidney long since gone to bed.
The Hen wailed and she cried,
"YOU DON'T KNOW!", her firm cry,
But they'd end every night with a kiss.

Young KMAC came through in the pinch,
Fluttered around her all day like a finch.
He shot and he shopped,
In hell of illness were they caught.
But they'd end every night with a kiss.

Of washcloths and tiger balm was she made,
Constant pain and headaches ne'er to fade.
He'd smile and he'd sing,
Walking a tightrope of string,
But they'd end every night with a kiss.

After long came the day they did "match",
A weak smile was all that Hen could hatch.
Endless pills did she swallow,
Yet inside she remained hollow,
But they'd end every night with a kiss.

A plastic beast of tubes, dialysis still came,
Filtering poison from Hen's blood was its game.
From toxic shock would she shake,
He'd pace long, wide awake,
But they'd end every night with a kiss.

Of funny color would Hen lie in his arms,
With heavy heart he'd still smother his charms.
Long days too empty to fill,
The cold nights longer still,
But they'd end every night with a kiss.

One dark night, broke Cedars-Sinai like a dawn,
A fistful of filters, his kidney, his pawn.
To bring health to his wife,
To ease all of her strife,
And they ended that night with a kiss.

The road to Happily Ever After remained littered still,
With pain and regret and those pills,
It took time, separation,
Next stop: Confusion Station.
But they'd text every night still a kiss.

With clear eyes, heart and soul now she nods,
Empowered with new strength she calls god,
"The Kid" robust; how he pees!
For now strong, no guarantees,
And they end every night with a kiss.

"In sickness and in Health" did you squeeze,
My hand, upon a puffy white dress, I believe.
I squeeze back, harder still,
Forever yours, "Yes. I will.",
And we'll end every night with a kiss.

They don't know about us, do they, mouse?
The horror, the joy, that permeated our house.
But we laugh, just for today,
Loud, louder still, unafraid,
And we'll end every night with a kiss.

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