I know I\'m not helpless, but what can I do?
Who carries the weight? Who sees us through?
I talked to you there in your hospital bed: my love not a token; the spirit was fed.
You looked so lovely, younger in my eye; skin soft and smooth; unblemished; alive.
Stomach extended: broth for food.
Why fear for this life? It comes to an end..when comes the silence: but until then; my hope is his hands:
Love to a friend.