Their brows furrowed with concern
Bodies empty and exhausted
Minds anxious and filled with worry
A sip of water
A warm blanket
Holding hands
A kiss on the forehead
Hospital beds too small to fit a couple, the cot cuddled up beside will have to do
Eyes watch as the chest struggles to rise and pain embeds the face of the one they love
Nurturing, rocks of strength at the bedside
Crumbling hearts of hurt as they step outside the door
Ready to not
They're not
Death is upon the one they love
Maybe not today
Hopefully
And so they sit,
Still in love, watching them wither away
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My sweet sisters, You proudly proclaim God as sovereign and Lord and resign to His timing in so much of your life, But, concer... -
How do you prepare a heart to ache Or ready arms for emptiness Because too soon she will be far away Her hugs and wild hair Her ... -
The word rolled off her tongue and I was frozen I couldn't have just heard what my brain is telling me I heard Not from her, Beautifu... -
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