Still

there is a season, turn, turn, turn

Still

you’re hanging in there

still touching sides, with chemo ‘therapy’

but responding well to the love

in the room,

and the love that keeps popping up

through your viber screen

from your family, your friends, and your garden,

still, outside our bedroom window

I would, still, love to tell you

that, again, in as many words (3)

You freed yourself from your ‘self’

so long ago

you trod so lightly, firmly, gracefully, insistently

for all of us

thank you..