Without Resentment

Waiting at the doctor’s office. Man wheels himself up to the counter and checks in, then rolls himself my direction. He’s been to the orthopedic department before. Silverish gray hair parted and neatly combed, short, trim. Handsome.

A woman joins him. Caregiver? She sits down in a chair beside him. I notice her posture is odd and follow her crossed leg to her shoe resting atop his shoe. Gentle, loving tone, easy motions as she reaches for his hand, entwining their fingers and laying her left hand on top of the both of theirs.

Love, without resentment. They were in their 50’s, late perhaps.

©2004 Sandra Davidson