'Life is good.'
'We've had
our ups
and downs...'
'I love you all.'
As he met
His family for
The last time.
For years
Suffering
In patience
For a cure
Then total
Acceptance
When death
Was inevetable
A daily communicant
Devoted to the Stations
Whose presence graced
The Cathedral for years,
A presence reflecting
The gentle Christ.
Personally
I never knew him but I wish I had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem