In language
and in thought
I think of you
In body and soul
I shelter you
In the comings and goings
I honor you
In the washing up, and picking up
I notice you
In those things that make up a day
I cherish you
Time was limited for us
We were truly there for one another
Time was finite
In your hospitals, at the nursing home,
in the assisted living
I found you
Profound sentences said to you
You heard me
You always heard me
I heard you, too.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
IN - by Anita
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