A tragic event a friend of mine is enduring. Too sad for words, but I tried to write a poem anyway. My sympathy to the Simmonds family.
The doctor said she wouldn't see
The leaves fall from the trees.
That cancer soon would take its toll...
Before this winter's freeze,
How does one prepare himself
For a battle he can't win?
And how does someone face the loss...
Of a love that's always been?
In the stillness of their long shared
bed
He tossed and turned and wept.
Beside him laid his one true love...
Where she has always slept.
He listens as she gently breathes
The oxygen of life.
And wonders how he'll carry on...
Without his precious wife.
He laid there in the dark a while
Afraid to close his eyes
For fear if he should fall asleep...
That his love would say good-bye!
Yet he cannot stay awake forever
He knows life soon will end.
And he wonders if the day will come...
When his heart might one day mend?
He fears that he'll not have the strength,
When the final hour is near.
To softly whisper in her ear...
Those final words she'll hear:
He fears that he'll not have the strength,
When the final hour is near.
To softly whisper in her ear...
Those final words she'll hear:
“Goodbye my Love, I'll miss you
always,
Now we'll never be apart.
For the memory of you and me...
Is locked within my heart.”
Clint Gardner 2012
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