No lead in here..........I lost another font war.
Why go on?
When your body has failed,
Why send a letter?
That never is mailed,
Why own a comb?
If you've lost all your hair,
You can't hold your breath
If there isn't any air,
Why go on reading?
If it isn't making sense,
Can you say you have a farm?
If it doesn't have a fence.
Why prolong the suffering?
Of the one you love the most,
Are your grief and loss so great?
You are clinging to her ghost,
Sit beside her, hold her hand
Feel her pain and you will know,
That love is giving and receiving;
And love is letting go.
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While on the same topic of dying; here was the opposite approach,
as shown by this loving and attentive family.
Humbled
"This Lady is fun"
Her daughter said to me,
The portrait on the wall
Displayed her lovingly.
She held her mother's hand
And gently stroked her hair,
It felt like I was standing
In a sanctuary there.
Her husband gazed into her eyes
And only saw her beauty,
He'd gladly suffer all her pain
In love, and not for duty.
The part I played seemed minor
In the drama on this stage,
I felt just like a footnote
At the bottom of the page.
"My Mother is the strong one"
Her daughter said to me,
And in a moments silence
I was humbled by the three.
1994
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