Submitted by Ron Nash
She smiles as she hands him his coffee
He kisses her hand and says he’s so lucky
She lovingly smooths down his hair
He’s happy that she gives him such good care
She fixes his breakfast, lunch and dinner
He grins and tells her he needs to be thinner
She does his laundry, folding his shirts the way he likes
He worries that maybe his favorite is getting too tight
She organizes his papers, crumbled wads and soda cans thrown away
He grumbles about how busy he is and not having enough time in his day
She carefully fills his pill caddy and reminds him daily to take his meds
He dutifully swallows wondering if they really help his body and his head
She encourages him to socialize and suggests different events
He prefers home, his recliner and TV but doesn’t mind if she went
She runs their house, inside and out, making decisions alone
He worries about money and her spending she must atone
She gently strokes his head as he drifts off to sleep
He smiles happily unaware of the anxiety she keeps
She expresses concern about an issue weighing on her mind
He gets angry and spews words hurtful and unkind
She makes the decisions, worried it’s not right
He is blissfully unaware of her relentless fright
She puts on a smile, exhausted from her day
He smiles back as she silently commits with him to stay
She quietly cries in the shower, never letting him see
The daily strain of living with his PTSD
Very touching…and awesome!!!