The storm clouds are piling high. |
To Robert Life comes to an end for us all, And I thought I was prepared: I'm not, as I found out last night, To see him answer his final call. The ache in my heart is severe As I watch him suffer and weaker grow. So I decided to keep a journal To honor the man I love and revere. We've faced so much over the years, Together, side by side as one. The laughter, the joy, the giving Were more important than the tears. Yet the tears watered and fed Our lives, melding us tighter Into the combined force we've become Along the rocky road we've been led. To Robert, my life, my love, I dedicate these words I write To honor and remember our life Until he leaves for his home above. |
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