I take a step carefully, with my walker always guided before me.
Hands are able to ensure my safety.
They’re full of needed strength and necessary love.
The voice is harsh as it barks it’s orders to walk, straighten the knee, or transfer the weight.
The same voice is soft, the lips are sweet as they brush a kiss of congratulations across my sweaty brow.
I take a deep breath and rest because I know that soon we’ll start again.
The mean and harsh every bit about love.
Same as the lovey sweetness.