Poetry and Beauty for Thursday, May 8, 2003

I see your pale face bald head and arms getting thinner everyday and I wonder why? Why you? You were a rare and kind man. The model man that we all looked up to and felt at home with. Yet cancer is eating away your brain. Already you cannot speak. You lie there without moving. only a twitch on your... Sign in to see full entry.

I don't want to face it. I feel embarrassed to invade his habitat. People go into his room without his invitation. He is too sick to say, stay away. He is a treasure inside a broken body. Those who love him best are broken with grief. He is my friend but I don't really know him. I hesitate to visit,... Sign in to see full entry.