Ludicrous remarks
devil make care moments
I hold your hand
I am here for you Now
I hear you breathe
I always listened for that shallow heart
I am back
at the gate, next to the wheel chair
next to the bed
next to you
Heart beats like mountains
strong, sturdy
You hardly speak
body language says volumes
I hold on
you never said "good-bye"
You never uttered farewell
You weren't checking out
You brought yourself back
I am witness.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Thursday, 28 June 2012
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