The Northern Lights

She lines her medications up in a row, I'de say there is at least 12.
They help her to live  life.
As she stands next to me in the drive way her voice raises with excitement...
"look, oh look up there, it is the Northern Lights! I haven't seen them in years and years, I never thought I would see the Northern Lights here!"
I know in my mind, that is not shrouded with the affects of medications...
((these are not the Norther Lights, it is the moon shining through the clouds that are filling the night sky))
Before I say anything I look up to the sky again...
Maybe they are the Norther Lights?
Who am I to decide that they aren't?
Does it really matter the term I use to describe what has brought her such joy?
Together we stand
and  look up in awe at the beauty of the Norther Lights as they light up the sky.