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Out in the garden the birds are calling In thankfulness for a brand dew day. The shadows of the night have been replaced By the first rays of an ebullient sun. Up in the bedroom all is in darkness Another harrowing night has given way To another pain-filled, desperate day. A grey face pulls back the curtains, Turning to force a smile for the Graven yellow figure still aware That the pain in the room belongs to him. Breathing now begins to falter, The gasp and rattle that signals the end. She sits there and looks at the husk That was once so animated When the doorbell reminds her Outside there are living people and Life will go on. She hurries downstairs. |
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