A letter to a husband

By Pam Rein

This morning the room was brighter than the previous because of the freshly fallen snow. It made
its way through a slat in the blind that took its purpose lightly and revealed the excitement of
the new day in the dancing particles that lingered.
Yet on the bed there was depair in the understanding of an invader. The world was the bed now. All
thoughts, worries, anxieties came together there with the presence of the unwanted.
Wait is what he said. Do not despair. Wait. Wait. But this new discovery and outcome changes All.
All that affects those that are loved or transformed in some way by the mere meeting of her. Yes I
know these are just words. He is scared too.
Thoughts of prospective brides for him. In the grander- 16 years is a drop. The river will
continue to flow after. Please remember that things are not as simple for the Seedlings on the
bank. The current is so much more imposing on them-ready to be swept up by the ebb and flow at any
moment. I ask that your considerations have them included. You see- it is difficult to reach
beyond the empty stare of a motherless child.
Thanks Kevin for the outlet.
Pam