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Gift On a small notepad you were writing something but we couldn’t read it then. Your deep, ragged breaths rattled the bed frame, as your fingers gripped the pen. Never sure we’d said enough, we just couldn’t stop looking at the emerging words. Now framed with your photo-- words you couldn’t say-- "You'll always have my love." In your final acts on earth you strove to comfort, bless, to turn us from our pain. You spoke once more in whisper-- said my name, and only I could hear it, as we drove away that final night. You knew I had forgotten you had gone into the Light, but not so very far away; therefore, you gave your best gift last. |
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