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Remembering John
Always , Anna
April 20, 2009, 11:07 AM©
My father died at home
his hands peacefully lay
Across his chest ,the priest
had gently placed....
My husband died in his sleep
with my arm across his chest
what a blessed way to go
for him, for me , for family
near
another friend's heart ceased to beat
at a meeting of his beloved lodge
but you, who battled long and hard
against the pains of life
was moved to a hospital
to suffer the last indignities
poked and prodded to see
if you could be saved to suffer more
by your bed I watched you fight
not to live but to die
death delayed would not let you go
and you fought well to leave
for you knew it was not life
that remained a friend
but death who was not the foe
remembering John
always , anna April 20, 2009, 11:07 AM©
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