Sonnet First Draft

[Leah S.]

His wife, as thin and tensioned as a wire,
Gets woozy when the needles puncture him.
She jerked and left, her spine a rod of ire,
Because I touched his tubes; her mouth went grim;

And pacing in the hall, she looked for aid,
From anyone professionally trained.
She turned, and God, her face was like a blade!
Her whole demeanor timid rage restrained.

How could I tell her now about the past?
I taught him what I know of Bushido,
In face of fear to hold his courage fast,
No matter how unfair, to face his foe.

He was my student, but he taught me more.
I won't hold on to all that came before.