The Care Giver Poem by John F. McCullagh
The Care Giver
The face that spoke of suffering
is now, forever, still
The torture done,
Her race is run,
Her effigy serene.
Yet as she lingered by death's door
your kind voice could be heard-
Your gently spoken words of Love-
She cherished every word.
If there is life beyond this life
its far beyond our ken.
At least she knew your gentle touch
at this journeys end.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My friend is with her mother in the last stages of her lonely fight with cancer
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