What if
showers were on my path
sun was intermittent
your face no longer
your brain somewhere out to lunch
What if
my stance had not been positive
my war with words negative
my heart not focused and directed
What if
this topsy turvy world
continued to happen
as you got well
every day
we press the forward position
as your life unfolds
in its place
Anita S. Holzberg
Feb. 12, '11
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