Her Life

she breathes, or cries.
I know
it.
I can feel it across the miles.
her children by
her side.
the wind
in her hair, the sun
in her eyes.
her life unravels
and spills at times,
patients, get well.
some die.
but she keeps it all together,
somehow. it's
beyond my understanding.
I can barely
get out the door, without
stubbing a toe,
and thinking the worst
has happened.