Arms crossed to block invasion to the heart;
eventually you let me in, all the way.
Sunday morning coffee to talk about what ails you, or sometimes just to be.
You brought me flowers on my anniversary, your favorite; I return the favor in kind!
Life doesn’t seem fair when I hear your diagnosis, you’re still so young walking through this life a day at a time. God seems to take the good ones early. Couldn’t we have you just ten more? Or two?
I hug you like a daughter and you hold on a little longer, my hearts swells. I love you like my own, you are my own. You did that, once I chased you down and didn’t let go.
You let me in, all the way, to those places you kept hidden for safety reasons. And then the news came and the heartaches began but you pushed forward, you fought and won for a time.
The world won’t be the same without you in it, you shine like the sun, most definitely in my heart! Heaven will gain another angel and we will see each other again, one day!
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