Her Sincere Faith In Me

sitting at her bedside feeding her soup she is feeling better and i find her reading from my secret stash i am wondering how she found it, but i am aware that when sick, one can remember forgotten things she looks up at me with a look of shock and surprise she says i should publish some of my stuff i tell her she is talking crazy she gives me that look that tells me she is not then she takes my hand and tells me how talented she thinks i am i remind her that i only do it for my own personal recreation she laughs to a sudden coughing spell and then give me a punch on my left arm for "causing her to do so" i hand her a glass of sunny d and shake my head at her sincere faith in me i am motivated even further we converse with the clock facing the corner wall