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Three Months to Live

Three months to live
A wince
As the thought
Sinks in

Not for yourself
At the first
But for the
Beloved kin

So hollow
So gaunt
Not at all
Like him.

Now the vigil
Hold his hand
His skin to
Our skin

So silent
Pass the moments
As we pray
For him

And he knows
We are there
Though the light
Grows dim

Now, no longer
With us
But with his
Beloved Evelyn.


About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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