Still Evening

Watching him drift off to sleep in an upright recliner
From across a quiet and semi-dark room

I see the man I married who must be carried to each room
By a contraption on wheels that I must push

His muscles are weak and his spirit is tired
Yet he smiles at me with beautiful eyes

We are exhausted from a day of aides and nurses
Parading in and out of the house claiming to be helpful

We sit in the stillness of the evening
Listening to an internet radio that seems to know our favorite songs

We quietly listen to soft rock songs both old and cherished
And mouth the words of The Eagles and James Taylor together

The future is as clear as an opaque piece of stained glass
We sit still and await the morning

Daily Prompt:  Opaque

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