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Aug 2020
I hear the air rushing
Through your mask
To your lungs
It’s a mean old task
Things said and unsung
I know you love me
And I have to be strong
I love you too
Because together we belong
I know I need to be patient
As I know you’re very ill
Sadly you’re not ancient
But I’m here for you until
The time You no longer need me
But I will need you still!
Losing you just isn’t right
I‘ll still hear you breathing through the night!
But when you’re gone
I’ll be the dying swan!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  61/F/Calverton
(61/F/Calverton)   
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