I expect to see your smiling face waiting for me to take your hand and bring you to that place
You tried to tell me that your work here was done I smiled at you and told you how silly you were to think the cancer won
You were so strong so nonchalant I hope you know you'll always have a special place in my heart
When I got that call that day, I swear my heart stopped your daughter loves you more than life itself I only wish I could've helped Taken her pain away All I can do is be there for her Life is short, we say this all the time make sure you love yours before you run out of time. R.I.P. Victor Ponte
A poem I wrote for my hospice patient when he passed