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I have seen
true love
displayed…
such that cannot
be repaid,
conveying its
unconditional-ity
as second nature.
No love greater
than this
exists.
That of a dying man -
who so proudly
resists
the aid of all who try…
except
the woman at his side
with whom
he built this life
he’s shortly
leaving.
To her
he yields.
And a single tear
from his dimming eyes
reveals
the indignity he feels
as malignancy
robs him of it.
Without
second thoughts
she does this.
As she did
for their progeny
shortly after
embarking
on togetherness.
She tends to him
with tenderness.
Reassures him
with a kiss
he is still
the man she wed.
“Put foolish thoughts
out of your head,”
She tells him
through the stroking
of his cheek.
Quickly drifting
off to sleep;
lulled away
by her gift
of cleanliness
with full knowledge
he’s still loved
by my mother.
And I wonder
if I share
the capacity
to care
for another
with the grace
she once possessed.
- HymnAgen
