There came a little garden guesta rapping on my door
to ask of me about my quest
and about the pain I bore.
She delighted me as she flew
and looked me in the eye
as if to tell me that she knew
I worked to just get by.
There comes a day, she conveyed to me,
when hope will find a way
to let me know friends are the key
and love me come what may.
And as she spoke to me that day
the tears began to flow.
I had no single word to say
so how was she to know?
The loneliness of this disease
just claws within my soul
and makes my pain so much to bear --
a mean and nasty foe.
But the wisdom of those simple words
console me through tough times
and soar within my soul like birds
with love and joy divine!
This poem is a tribute to Sid, my best friend and life partner, and to all of my friends that stand by me every day during this journey with love, compassion and hope. May each of you be blessed with enough love to make each day better and give you hope for tomorrow. Blessings to you!
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