a Healing Journey

Hey Momma

THE LAST BATTLE If it should be that I grow frail and weak, and pain should keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done, ‘For this ~ the last battle ~ can’t be won. You will be sad, I understand, But don’t let my grief, stay your hand, For on this day, more than the rest, Your love and friendship must stand the test. We have had so many happy years, You wouldn’t want me to suffer so, When the time comes, please let me go. Take me to where to my needs they’ll tend. Only, stay with me till the end. And hold me close and speak to me, until my eyes no longer see. I know in time, you will agree, It is a kindness you do for me. Although my tail, it’s last has waved, From pain and suffering, I have been…

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