Post-Tonsillectomy Love

I’m smashing a bag of ice
cubes in the driveway it’s
4am, the bowl of blood still
drying near the sink and
cabbage in the fridge for your end
of nursing breast engorgement pain
is multi-fold – your throat, my mind
floating medicine, various glasses of
water, tea, Gatorade, Lortab prescriptions
to call and fill, run and rest we go
to a new chapter a part of you now
gone your voice a whisper I lean into
our dance and distance modified by bed rest
and child care – the boys have been
good, adventures in food play emotions
Grandma, the house and yard crumbs and bedsheets
it’s all still, doing dishes, we
like new parents again will find our
way to tomorrow, sore, healing