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So Frail
They shuffled, hand in hand
around the garden,
so frail and delicate
I feared they'd break.
He looked into her eyes
in sweet adoring
and I listened
while these lovely words he spake.

'My Jenny dear,
I'll come again tomorrow
and every day the Lord permits you live.
If I could only take you home,
I would dear;
and for that privilege,
my life I'd give.

Though you, my love,
don't recognise your husband,
we promised, long ago
to love and care.
If only you'd remember
all the good times,
oh Jenny dear,
what memories we'd share.

They told me just today
that you were dying,
explained it clearly,
so I understand.
Oh Darling,
can't you hear the words I'm saying?
It's not turning out at all
the way we planned'.

I turned from them,
my presence seemed invasive.
It was then I knew
my issues were so small.
I thanked the Lord
for blessing me with strength.
I really have no problems,
none at all.

By cherryk

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