The Chair

She was in the Chair
These past four years.
Movement and speech
Become mechanical.
Nifty stylus operated
By mouth and
Showing needs, hurts, triumphs.
Triumphs?
Yes definitely when
Reverse became manageable
On the joystick.
When spring melt might
Bring on sunny sidewalk
Journeying.
And Gary was there
As if nothing had changed.
Two kids showed stress
But not Gary.
Still caressing, and
Playing silly tricks.
Perhaps their laughter
Was best triumph.
And prayers seemingly
Never answered.
But they were answered.
Yes, no or later.
Covenant at that wedding
Seventeen years back.
Still operative.
Compelling.
Worthy.
Until death?
Well, they almost always
Shoved that monkey aside.
And carried on.