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My love for you, does really matter,
While my heart, is about to shatter.

Friends will come and friends will go.
Friends arrive quickly and some are slow.
When a disease, strikes one so dear,
Some friendships, will gradually disappear.
Not all will go, as some will stay,
For those who don't,they go away.
My love for you, will always be,
From now to, the end of eternity.

I keep having this, very troubling thought.
What if who I am, I'm not?
My mind, that I thought was sound,
Has decided that memories, won't be found,
So I sit here, day after day,
Trying hard to, make my memories stay.

My dear Lord, in heaven above,
I pray for one I love.
Please help him, on this day
And control cancer, this I pray.

Writing can be, like a candles taper,
If words do not, go on paper.
The taper starts, small at the top,
As it burns, the wax will drop,
To the base of the candle stick,
Words fall like wax, from the wick.
Much like the words, I write today,
Some will stick, most will go away.

Of God and King and all others,
Everyone of us, are Sisters and Brothers.
Sometimes we are, like children at play,
We bicker and fight, on every day.
Children can be, such a selfish lot,
Some are kind and some are not.
The need for an adult, in the room,
To keep us safe, from impending doom.

The dormant grass, so ugly and brown,
Started it's greening, as rain falls down.
While the picture, of grass being dead,
Runs through, my old and weary head.
I should know better, not to fear,
That Natures power, the greening is near.
I must plant, new bulbs in September,
For Spring's bright display and to remember,
Colors that will, erupt from the bed
Of our yard, that looks very dead.

From my memories, far in the past,
A thought emerges and it comes fast,
On this morning, so dark with rain.
Memories that evolved, both pleasure and pain,
Of lost adventures, with people I've known.
Some no longer here; some have flown,
To another career and wonderful time,
That makes me happy, with bliss, sublime,
For my friends, now down to a few,
I bid you farewell and say adieu.

I can't wait for tomorrow,
There just isn't enough time,
As life has so much sorrow
But I do not wish to whine.

The way of words, are to move,
Ones feelings of high emotion,
Is rife with, thoughts from above,
Filled with, loves pure devotion.

Thoughts of you, make my eyes glisten,
Although you say, that I never listen.
I do hear you, almost every day
And pray that you don't go away.

There are days, I have this urge,
From my mind, these words to purge.
Words that like, to rattle around.
Words that rattle, without a sound.