My morning....

I awake to the sounds of an angel calling my name.

I feel the warmth of her form next to me, I smile.

My heart lays sleeping, her breath coming softly.

As quiet as a 200 pound blind and arthritic mouse.

I kiss her gently on the cheek before I sneak away.

Heading to the room where the angel calls my name.

I think about how many people can't see what I do.

Others, wonder how one can endure such a situation.

For me, this morning is another a dream come true.

As I open the door I am greeted with a smiling face.

“HEAWO!” he says grinning as I gather him up.

He crawls up in his chair, I go through the routine.

At the end he is fed, medicated, changed and happy.

This is my life, I am so happy to be able to have it.