New York, USA
I remember his hands, with fingers splayed
On his weak, and outstretched arms
His eyes pleading with the doctor
To please, take away these harms.
I sat there silently, I couldn't speak
Over the fear stuck in my throat
He was telling my Dad there was no more to do
Six months, or less, he wrote.
Tears welled up in this daughter's eyes
Though she would not let him see
She couldn't bear to stand the thought
That this could ever be.
Just six weeks later he slipped away
On a rainy New Years Eve
Joining my Mom and my brother,
Leaving the rest of us to grieve.
I remember standing next to his bed,
As he took his final breath
And my heart broke into pieces
Having to look at him in death.
In a moment I swear, angels came in
And helped him on his way
To his glorious new home in heaven
Where there's sunshine everyday.
It was, a different world that night
Things would never be quite the same
But all around me life went on
As another -- New Year came.
That was in Nineteen Ninety-One
Could it have been that long ago?
Seems I just saw those pleading eyes
Of this man that I loved so.
[This message has been edited by BSC (edited 02-26-2000).]