I remember feeding you and talking,
in the silence that the stroke
left you for speech, trying to tell you
what I had tried for decades
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Hard to express the feelings after reading this. So heartfelt! What a beautiful poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb
The treasuring of something very rare and precious. A feeling which no calendar can diminish. Kind regards, Sandra Fowler
What can i say? Absolutely beautiful!