I'm heading out...the door... in the Morn...
to look at a Sale... I was asked to do...
John...is... worse...
it breaks my heart....
He is so.... ill....
I...thought...he'd turned the corner....
but...
not...so much...
I have to work... he knows it....
yet... my heart...breaks....
and...I worry... so.
I wish...
oh...I wish...
I wouldn't have to leave....
not even... for a moment.
I wish...
things... were different....
as my Mother always... reminded me....
and I hear her... her words...
ringing in my ears...
"If wishes.... were Horses....
Beggars... would...ride"....
I am...such a dreamer....
Dreamers...
don't ride....
they....
worry....
1 comment:
Dear Barb-Remember when the sun was shining, the grass was green, the flowers were blooming and John felt good--Hold on to those memories because I have assurance from the guy upstairs...those days will return!
In the meantime-if you decide to do the "sale" you went to see today let me know-I'd love to help you out--I so enjoy those kind of sales!!! cindy
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