I've come back from the hospital.
You're getting feisty, wanting nurses
to remove restraints from your wrists.
You want to get up from the bed, go to the bathroom.
You and the catheter are one. I show you the bag.
Your energy is beginning to jump across the bed rails.
I watch lightening strike.
I can't stay away and let you go through this alone.
You called me back. You knew I'd come.
I was just beginning to start my own life.