Because she is sick
We are speaking again
I call every day,
Send hand written letters and trinkets and such
Great joy she finds
In the love and beauty of my grandchild-
Her great niece
Who sends love and faith and her pure beliefs
Her voice to me is like a summer rain
Refreshing in the heat of life
But I would give it back
And live in the desert of life without her
If she could be rid of this horror
And the pain and the dread and the sorrow
I would remove it from her and take it myself
And if wishes were horses, beggars would ride
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Sometimes we forget that suffering isn't just felt by those of us who are sick but also by those who love us. Thank you for reminding me of that today. I hope you don't mind that I've included you and your aunt in my prayers today.
Love,
Marilyn
Love Tinka
Allen
Christine
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Fee
So sad, yet full of love and compassion...too bad it took illness to get y'all to talking again...y'all are in my prayers.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
R~
Love,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(