When you were in the hospital and on death’s doorstep,
there was music playing, as I held your hand
it was not the music of the next life
but the music of this life, of peace
and of not giving in.
I loved how you encouraged the doctors
spoke to the young man, cleaning
your room. Investing hours, treating people
with dignity, you brought light
to everyone that you met
more than a warrior
you were a queen
of hope.
And you sang
softly to me
without even
realizing it.
I was never so proud of you,
and your serenade is forever
etched in my mind.
Note: This is looking back. She is doing very well now.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
True.
Thank you Yoshiko! Peace and be blessed.
Welcome Ancient Skies. Peace and blessing to you too.
Gorgeous—what a testament to the power of suffering gracefully!
Thank you Anna! I hate suffering, but I cannot help but to brag about my wife. Peace to you.
Beautiful Nicodemas.
Thank you Mary, for your wonderful comment. Peace and have a wonderful weekend.
Powerful words, deep emotion.
Thank you Ada, I am very blessed by your comments. These feelings do run deep. Peace to you.
This filled my heart. Absolutely beautiful, Nicodemas. Much love to you and Mrs. N.
Thank you Belinda, she is my light. Peace and blessings.
I can feel the awe and inspiration…
Thank you so much Maremma! Peace and have a wonderful weekend.
amazing!
Thank you Sharmishtha! Peace.