Malady.
Desperation.
Driven by disease
more clever than our hands,
you elude our grasp.
Come back.
Poison,
fighting for the soul
courses through your veins,
while the dusk
consumes the mind
of your decay.
Do you hear me calling?
Forsaken by a beast deceiving,
your breaths remains unmarred.
Spared by fiendish mercy,
your heart beats
undisturbed beneath the curtain
of a vacant shell.
I know you hear me calling.
I know you’re still there.
Perhaps our love will bring you back.
Come back to us.
If I Could Give the World a Gift…
If I could give the world a gift,
in a form simple, pure- a trifling shift-
some comfort to the day, a smile to your heart,
wisdom for your soul, warmth to every part.
If I could give a gift that’s real,
each bruising stab, its wound would heal.
The scar resulting, to remain no more,
but a closure true, stilled to the core.
But if I could give a gift of mine,
what would it be but a drop in the Rhine?
A carbon in diamond, an atom of a stone-
What difference would it make, if made alone?
If I could give the world a gift,
true and honest, though slight, a lift-
to share my love ’til love’s no more.
May we flow this gift together…a drip into a pour.
To My Nurses…
A lovely piece written by Annie that I wanted to share. Having a tremendous soft spot for the elderly and their care, this post touched my heart…

