These ancient fears are getting older.
With nowhere for them to grow.
I’ve tried to calm them when I hold her.
And say it’s best that you don’t know.
We aren’t getting any braver.
It’s more human than disease.
Tell myself that faith will save her.
There’s a doubt I think she sees.
I’m ok, I don’t try to hide it.
There’s a freedom in this fear.
I am sitting now beside it.
I may even shed a tear.