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Inspiration

I lay, I thought, dying.

You lay beside me, not letting me.

When I could not form a word,

You knew instinctively what I needed.

I looked at you through clouded vision,

Yet somehow I could see with perfect clarity how much you loved me.

You inspired me, to live, despite the diagnosis.

I can't say thank you enough.

I only hope time gives me enough of itself to allow me to try.

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thomas-r-parsons
American
Published
Oct 6, 2015
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