I walk up the stairs so slow and afraid
This is not the place I used to know
Not the way I remember
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
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
I walk up the stairs so slow and afraid
This is not the place I used to know
Not the way I remember
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
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