Oh if she only knew. Perhaps she'd still be here.
I know how much her children made her happy.
I wasn't ready to let her go.
Never in a million years did I think this was the time.
In the year since her diagnosis, I never saw her as sick.
The 3 weeks we spent together in the hospital was glorious.
We watched Father Brown, and she did cross word puzzles.
We walked around the halls. She wore ribbons in her hair.
I cheered her on as she rode the stationary bike,
We played drums, and painted pottery to cook in the kiln.
For many of her years she was so lonely.
Save for Drew & I.
We brought her such joy.
Everything was so important.
She valued this life,
and wanted that in return.
I don't blame her.
She saw the beauty
that all too
simply goes unnoticed.
She wanted friends that were deep & sincere,
because she was deep & sincere.
Reciprocity.
I get it.
This page was on a notebook I gave her for Christmas 12/25/04
Book Titled Dream
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