In My Own Time...
I sit by your bedside
Powerless to the forces that be
We know not the hour or day
We wait for the inevitable
Birth and death are imminent
Your suffering pierces me yet I feel no pain
I admire your courage as you enter your solitary confinement with the Maker.
Powerless to the forces that be
We know not the hour or day
We wait for the inevitable
Birth and death are imminent
Your suffering pierces me yet I feel no pain
I admire your courage as you enter your solitary confinement with the Maker.
Love emerges as a handkerchief to dry the tears
Compassion unfolds with a gentle touch of an outstretched heart
The silence of our conversation resonates with nostalgia and laughter
In between the points of entry and exit, lies the journey of your life
I cannot go with you, but I'll be there
In my own time
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